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16 Or why was I not buried like a child born dead?
    I wish I were like a baby who never saw the light of day.
17 In the grave the wicked stop causing trouble.
    And people who are tired are at rest.
18 In the grave there is rest for the captives.
    They no longer hear the shout of the slave driver.

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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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