Job 3:11 - 3:15

“Why did I not die from the womb,

Come forth from the womb and breathe my last?

Why did the knees receive me,

And why the breasts, that I should suck?

For now I would have lain down and been quiet;

I would have slept then; it would have been rest to me,

With kings and with counselors of the earth,

Who rebuilt waste places for themselves,

Or with princes who had gold,

Who were filling their houses with silver.