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16 Or why wasn’t I like a buried miscarried infant,
    like babies who never see light?
17 There the wicked rage no more;
    there the weak rest.
18 Prisoners are entirely at ease;
    they don’t hear a boss’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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