Job 3:11-19 - Job Wishes He Had Died
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why didn’t I die as I came from the womb?
and why were there breasts for me to nurse?
I would be asleep.
Then I would be at rest
who rebuilt ruined cities for themselves,
who filled their houses
like infants who never see daylight?
and there the weary find rest.
they do not hear the voice of their oppressor.
and the slave is set free from his master.