Job 3:11-22

11Why did I not die at birth and expire as I exited the womb?

12Why did the knees welcome me, and breasts that I might nurse?

13For now I would be lying down and quiet; I would be asleep and at rest

14with kings and counselors of the earth, who built for themselves places now desolate,

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

16Or why was I not hidden like a stillborn, like infants who never saw light?

17There the wicked cease from turmoil, and there the weary are at rest.

18Prisoners are at ease together; they do not hear the voice of the taskmaster.

19Small and great are there; and slave is free from his master.

20Why is light given to one who suffers and life to the bitter of soul,

21to those who long for death, but it does not come, who dig for it more than for hidden treasures,

22who are filled with gladness and rejoice when finding the grave?