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

¹¹ “Why did I not die at birth,
Come forth from the womb and expire?
¹² “Why did the knees receive me,
And why the breasts, that I should suck?
¹³ “For now I would have lain down and been quiet;
I would have slept then, I would have been at rest,
¹⁴ With kings and with counselors of the earth,
Who rebuilt ruins for themselves;
¹⁵ Or with princes who had gold,
Who were filling their houses with silver.
¹⁶ “Or like a miscarriage which is discarded, I would not be,
As infants that never saw light.
¹⁷ “There the wicked cease from raging,
And there the weary are at rest.
¹⁸ “The prisoners are at ease together;
They do not hear the voice of the taskmaster.
¹⁹ “The small and the great are there,
And the slave is free from his master.