Job 3:11-19 - Job Wishes He Had Died

¹¹ Why did I not perish at birth, and die as I came from the womb? ¹² Why were there knees to receive me and breasts that I might be nursed? ¹³ For now I would be lying down in peace. I would be asleep and at rest. ¹⁴ I would be with kings and counselors of the earth, who built for themselves places now lying in ruins. ¹⁵ I would be with rulers who had gold, who filled their houses with silver. ¹⁶ Why was I not hidden in the ground like a stillborn child, like an infant who never saw the light of day? ¹⁷ There the wicked cease from turmoil, and there the weary are at rest. ¹⁸ Captives also enjoy their ease; they no longer hear the slave driver's shout. ¹⁹ The small and the great are there. The slave is freed from his master.