A walk Through Job - Longing 4 Death

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;

they hear not the voice of the oppressor.

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