3 1 After this Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth. 3 2 And Job said:
3 11 "Why did I not die at birth,
come forth from the womb and expire?
3 12 Why did the knees receive me?
Or why the breasts, that I should suck?
3 13 For then I should have lain down and been quiet;
I should have slept;
then I should have been at rest,
3 14 with kings and counselors of the earth
who rebuilt ruins for themselves,
3 15 or with princes who had gold,
who filled their houses with silver.
3 16 Or why was I not as a hidden untimely birth,
as infants that never see the light?
3 17 There the wicked cease from troubling,
and there the weary are at rest.
3 18 There the prisoners are at ease together;
they hear not the voice of the taskmaster.
3 19 The small and the great are there,
and the slave is free from his master.
3 20 "Why is light given to him that is in misery,
and life to the bitter in soul,
3 21 who long for death, but it comes not,
and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
3 22 who rejoice exceedingly,
and are glad, when they find the grave?
3 23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hid,
whom God has hedged in?
3 24 For my sighing comes as my bread,
and my groanings are poured out like water.
3 25 For the thing that I fear comes upon me, and what I dread befalls me.
3 26 I am not at ease, nor am I quiet;
I have no rest; but trouble comes."