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Or with princes who had gold, Who filled their houses with silver;
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Or why was I not hidden like a stillborn child, Like infants who never saw light?
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There the wicked cease from troubling, And there the weary are at rest.
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There the prisoners rest together; They do not hear the voice of the oppressor.
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The small and great are there, And the servant is free from his master.
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"Why is light given to him who is in misery, And life to the bitter of soul,
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Who long for death, but it does not come, And search for it more than hidden treasures;
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Who rejoice exceedingly, And are glad when they can find the grave?
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Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, And whom God has hedged in?
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For my sighing comes before I eat, And my groanings pour out like water.
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For the thing I greatly feared has come upon me, And what I dreaded has happened to me.
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I am not at ease, nor am I quiet; I have no rest, for trouble comes."