Why died I not from the womb?
why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
Why did the knees prevent me?
or why the breasts that I should suck?
For now should I have lain still and been quiet,
I should have slept:
then had I
been at rest,
With kings and counsellors of the earth,
which built desolate places for
themselves;
Or with princes that had gold,
who filled their houses with silver:
Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been;
as infants which never saw
light.
There the wicked cease from troubling;
and there the weary be at rest.
There the prisoners rest together;
The small and great are there;
and the servant is free from his master.
Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery,
and life unto the bitter in
soul;
Which long for death, but it cometh not;
and dig for it more than for hid
treasures;
Job 3:11-22