18 Why then did You bring me from the womb? Oh, that I had died, and no eye had seen me! 19 If only I had never come to be, but had been carried from the womb to the grave. 20 Are my days not few? Withdraw from me, that I may have a little comfort, 21 before I go—never to return— to a land of darkness and gloom, 22 to a land of utter darkness, of deep shadow and disorder, where even the light is like darkness.”
Job 10:18–22
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Job 3:10–12
10 For that night did not shut the doors of the womb to hide the sorrow from my eyes. 11 Why did I not perish at birth; why did I not die as I came from the womb? 12 Why were there knees to receive me, and breasts that I should be nursed?
Job 17:1–2
1 “My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the grave awaits me. 2 Surely mockers surround me, and my eyes must gaze at their rebellion.
Jeremiah 20:17–18
17 because he did not kill me in the womb so that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb forever enlarged. 18 Why did I come out of the womb to see only trouble and sorrow, and to end my days in shame?
Job 3:15–17
15 or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver. 16 Or why was I not hidden like a stillborn child, like an infant who never sees daylight? 17 There the wicked cease from raging, and there the weary find rest.
Job 3:2–4
2 And this is what he said: 3 “May the day of my birth perish, and the night it was said, ‘A boy is conceived.’ 4 If only that day had turned to darkness! May God above disregard it; may no light shine upon it.
Job 17:12–14
12 They have turned night into day, making light seem near in the face of darkness. 13 If I look for Sheol as my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness, 14 and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’
Job 3:19–21
19 Both small and great are there, and the slave is freed from his master. 20 Why is light given to the miserable, and life to the bitter of soul, 21 who long for death that does not come, and search for it like hidden treasure,
Psalms 39:12–13
12 Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry for help; do not be deaf to my weeping. For I am a foreigner dwelling with You, a stranger like all my fathers. 13 Turn Your gaze away from me, that I may again be cheered before I depart and am no more.”
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