Job 3:11–26

11Why died I not from the womb?

Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me?

12Why did the knees receive me?

Or why the breasts, that I should suck?

13For now should I have lain down and been quiet;

I should have slept; then had I been at rest,

14With kings and counsellors of the earth,

Who built up waste places for themselves;

15Or with princes that had gold,

Who filled their houses with silver

16Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been,

As infants that never saw light.

17There the wicked cease from troubling;

And there the weary are at rest.

18There the prisoners are at ease together;

They hear not the voice of the taskmaster.

19The small and the great are there:

And the servant is free from his master.

20Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery,

And life unto the bitter in soul;

21Who long for death, but it cometh not,

And dig for it more than for hid treasures;

22Who rejoice exceedingly,

And are glad, when they can find the grave?

23Why is light given to a man whose way is hid,

And whom God hath hedged in?

24For my sighing cometh before I eat,

And my groanings are poured out like water.

25For the thing which I fear cometh upon me,

And that which I am afraid of cometh unto me.

26I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither have I rest;

But trouble cometh.