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16 Or [why] was I not a miscarriage, hidden and put away, as infants who never saw light?

17 There [in death] the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary are at rest.

18 There the [captive] prisoners rest together; they hear not the taskmaster’s voice.

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16 Or why was I not hidden away in the ground like a stillborn child,(A)
    like an infant who never saw the light of day?(B)
17 There the wicked cease from turmoil,(C)
    and there the weary are at rest.(D)
18 Captives(E) also enjoy their ease;
    they no longer hear the slave driver’s(F) shout.(G)

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