Job 3:11–26

¹¹I wish I had died in my mother’s womb

or died the moment I was born.

¹²Why did my mother hold me on her knees?

Why did she feed me at her breast?

¹³If I had died then, I would be at rest now,

¹⁴sleeping like the kings and rulers

who rebuilt ancient palaces.

¹⁵Then I would be sleeping like princes

who filled their houses with gold and silver,

¹⁶or sleeping like a stillborn child.

¹⁷In the grave wicked people stop their evil,

and tired workers find rest at last.

¹⁸Even prisoners enjoy peace,

free from shouts and harsh commands.

¹⁹Everyone is there, the famous and the unknown,

and slaves at last are free.

²⁰Why let people go on living in misery?

Why give light to those in grief?

^21*They wait for death, but it never comes;

they prefer a grave to any treasure.

²²They are not happy till they are dead and buried;

²³God keeps their future hidden

and hems them in on every side.

²⁴Instead of eating, I mourn,

and I can never stop groaning.

²⁵Everything I fear and dread comes true.

²⁶I have no peace, no rest,

and my troubles never end.