Job 3:11-22

11Why was I not stillborn; why didn’t I die as I came from the womb?

12Why did the knees receive me, and why were there breasts for me to nurse?

13Now I would certainly be lying down in peace; I would be asleep. Then I would be at rest

14with the kings and counselors of the earth, who rebuilt ruined cities for themselves,

15or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.

16Or why was I not hidden like a miscarried child, like infants who never see daylight?

17There the wicked cease to make trouble, and there the weary find rest.

18The captives are completely at rest; they do not hear a taskmaster’s voice.

19Both small and great are there, and the slave is set free from his master.

20Why is light given to one burdened with grief, and life to those whose existence is bitter,

21who wait for death, but it does not come, and search for it more than for hidden treasure,

22who are filled with much joy and are glad when they reach the grave?