Job 3:11-19

American Standard Version

¹¹ Why died I not from the womb?
Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me?
¹² Why did the knees receive me?
Or why the breasts, that I should suck?
¹³ For now should I have lain down and been quiet;
I should have slept; then had I been at rest,
¹⁴ With kings and counsellors of the earth,
Who ^[a]built up waste places for themselves;
¹⁵ Or with princes that had gold,
Who filled their houses with silver:
¹⁶ Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been,
As infants that never saw light.
¹⁷ There the wicked cease from ^[b]troubling;
And there the weary are at rest.
¹⁸ There the prisoners are at ease together;
They hear not the voice of the taskmaster.
¹⁹ The small and the great are there:
And the servant is free from his master.