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

¹¹ Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me? ¹² Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck? ¹³ For now should I have lain down and been quiet; I should have slept; then had I been at rest, ¹⁴ With kings and counsellors of the earth, Who built up waste places for themselves; ¹⁵ Or with princes that had gold, Who filled their houses with silver: ¹⁶ Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, As infants that never saw light. ¹⁷ There the wicked cease from troubling; And there the weary are at rest. ¹⁸ There the prisoners are at ease together; They hear not the voice of the taskmaster. ¹⁹ The small and the great are there: And the servant is free from his master.