Job 3
11 Ref "Why didn't I die from the womb? Why didn't I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?
12 Ref Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
13 Ref For now should I have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,
14 Ref With kings and counselors of the earth, Who built up waste places for themselves;
15 Ref Or with princes who had gold, Who filled their houses with silver:
16 Ref Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, As infants who never saw light.
17 Ref There the wicked cease from troubling; There the weary are at rest.
18 Ref There the prisoners are at ease together. They don't hear the voice of the taskmaster.
19 Ref The small and the great are there. The servant is free from his master.
20 Ref "Why is light given to him who is in misery, Life to the bitter in soul,
21 Ref Who long for death, but it doesn't come; Dig for it more than for hidden treasures,
22 Who rejoice exceedingly, Are glad, when they can find the grave?
23 Ref Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, Whom God has hedged in?
24 Ref For my sighing comes before I eat, My groanings are poured out like water.
25 Ref For the thing which I fear comes on me, That which I am afraid of comes to me.
26 Ref I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither have I rest; But trouble comes."