12 Wherefore have knees been before me? And what 'are' breasts, that I suck?
13 For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept -- then there is rest to me,
14 With kings and counsellors of earth, These building wastes for themselves.
15 Or with princes -- they have gold, They are filling their houses 'with' silver.
16 (Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants -- they have not seen light.)
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