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,
Job 10:19–21
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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.
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 7:15–17
15 so that I would prefer strangling and death over my life in this body. 16 I loathe my life! I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath. 17 What is man that You should exalt him, that You should set Your heart upon him,
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.”
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 7:6–8
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope. 7 Remember that my life is but a breath. My eyes will never again see happiness. 8 The eye that beholds me will no longer see me. You will look for me, but I will be no more.
Isaiah 38:10–12
10 I said, “In the prime of my life I must go through the gates of Sheol and be deprived of the remainder of my years.” 11 I said, “I will never again see the LORD, even the LORD, in the land of the living; I will no longer look on mankind with those who dwell in th…
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.
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