Job 3:11–26

¹¹“^aWhy did I not die from the womb,

Come forth from the womb and breathe my last?

¹²“Why did the knees receive me,

And why the breasts, that I should suck?

¹³“For now I ^awould have lain down and been quiet;

I would have slept then; it would have been rest to me,

¹⁴With ^akings and with ^bcounselors of the earth,

Who rebuilt ^cwaste places for themselves,

¹⁵Or with ^aprinces ^bwho had gold,

Who were filling their houses with silver.

¹⁶“Or why was I not like a miscarriage hidden away,

As infants that never saw light?

¹⁷“There the wicked cease from raging,

And there the weary of strength are at ^arest.

¹⁸“The prisoners are at ease together;

They do not hear the voice of the taskmaster.

¹⁹“The small and the great are there,

And the slave is free from his master.

²⁰“Why is ^alight given to him who is troubled,

And life to the bitter of soul,

²¹Who ^1along for death, but there is none,

And dig for it more than for ^bhidden treasures,

²²Who are glad with joy,

And rejoice when they find the grave?

²³“Why is light given to a man ^awhose way is hidden,

And whom ^bGod has hedged in?

²⁴“For ^amy groaning comes at the sight of my food,

And ^bmy roaring pours out like water.

²⁵“For ^athe dread that I dread comes upon me,

And what I am afraid of befalls me.

²⁶“I ^aam not complacent, nor am I quiet,

And I am not at rest, and raging comes.”