Job Wishes He Had Died at Birth

11 “Why did I not die at birth,

and why did I not expire

as I came out of the womb?

12 Why did the knees welcome me,

and why were there two breasts

that I might nurse at them?

13 For now I would be lying down

and would be quiet,

I would be asleep and then at peace

14 with kings and counselors of the earth

who built for themselves places now desolate,

15 or with princes who possessed gold,

who filled their palaces with silver.

16 Or why was I not buried

like a stillborn infant,

like infants who have never seen the light?

17 There the wicked cease from turmoil,

and there the weary are at rest.

18 There the prisoners relax together;

they do not hear the voice of the oppressor.

19 Small and great are there,

and the slave is free from his master.