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

¹¹ Wherefore did I not die from the womb, come forth from the belly and expire? ¹² Why did the knees meet me? and wherefore the breasts, 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 build desolate places for themselves, ¹⁵ Or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver; ¹⁶ Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants that have not seen the light. ¹⁷ There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the wearied are at rest. ¹⁸ The prisoners together are at ease; they hear not the voice of the taskmaster. ¹⁹ The small and great are there, and the bondman freed from his master.