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

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“Why did I not die at birth,
Come forth from the womb and expire?
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“Why did the knees receive me?
And why the breasts, that I would nurse?
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“For now I would have lain down and been quiet;
I would have slept then, I would have been at rest [in death],
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With kings and counselors of the earth,
Who built up [now desolate] ruins for themselves;
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Or with princes who had gold,
Who filled their houses with silver.
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“Or like a miscarriage which is hidden and put away, I would not exist,
Like infants who never saw light.
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“There [in death] the wicked cease from raging,
And there the weary are at rest.
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“There the prisoners rest together;
They do not hear the taskmaster’s voice.
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“The small and the great are there,
And the servant is free from his master.