Job 3:11-19 - Job Wishes He Had Died
11 Wherefore shall I not die from the womb? and I came forth from the belly, and I shall expire. 12 Why did the knees anticipate me? and wherefore the breasts that I shall suck? 13 For now I lay down and I shall rest; I slept: then there will be rest to me. 14 With kings and counselors of the earth building the wastes for themselves; 15 Or with chiefs, gold to them, filling their houses with silver: 16 Or as a hidden abortion I shall not be; as children they saw not light. 17 There the unjust ceased to be angry, and the weary in strength shall rest. 18 They being bound, rested together; they heard not the voice of the taskmaster. 19 The little and the great, he is there; and the servant being free from his lord.