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15 I would rest with princes, rich in gold,
    whose palaces were filled with silver.
16 Why wasn’t I buried like a stillborn child,
    like a baby who never lives to see the light?
17 For in death the wicked cause no trouble,
    and the weary are at rest.

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15 with princes(A) who had gold,
    who filled their houses with silver.(B)
16 Or why was I not hidden away in the ground like a stillborn child,(C)
    like an infant who never saw the light of day?(D)
17 There the wicked cease from turmoil,(E)
    and there the weary are at rest.(F)

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