Job 3:11
Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
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12 Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?
13 For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
18 Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
19 I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20 Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
9 Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:
10 Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
17 Because he slew me not from the womb; or that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb to be always great with me.
18 Wherefore came I forth out of the womb to see labour and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
16 Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.
2 And Job spake, and said,
3 Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.
14 Cursed be the day wherein I was born: let not the day wherein my mother bare me be blessed.
14 What then shall I do when God riseth up? and when he visiteth, what shall I answer him?
15 Did not he that made me in the womb make him? and did not one fashion us in the womb?
16 If I have withheld the poor from their desire, or have caused the eyes of the widow to fail;
9 But thou art he that took me out of the womb: thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother's breasts.
10 I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother's belly.
6 By thee have I been holden up from the womb: thou art he that took me out of my mother's bowels: my praise shall be continually of thee.
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
16 I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
13 O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
5 Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceive me.
11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
21 And when I rose in the morning to give my child suck, behold, it was dead: but when I had considered it in the morning, behold, it was not my son, which I did bear.
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
10 I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
11 I said, I shall not see the LORD, even the LORD, in the land of the living: I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
21 And said, Naked came I out of my mother's womb, and naked shall I return thither: the LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD.
3 The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
15 My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
3 Therefore now, O LORD, take, I beseech thee, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.
13 For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.
21 And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.
1 Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
14 Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?
5 None eye pitied thee, to do any of these unto thee, to have compassion upon thee; but thou wast cast out in the open field, to the lothing of thy person, in the day that thou wast born.
18 (For from my youth he was brought up with me, as with a father, and I have guided her from my mother's womb;)
3 If a man beget an hundred children, and live many years, so that the days of his years be many, and his soul be not filled with good, and also that he have no burial; I say, that an untimely birth is better than he.
23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
15 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
12 Let her not be as one dead, of whom the flesh is half consumed when he cometh out of his mother's womb.
22 And he said, While the child was yet alive, I fasted and wept: for I said, Who can tell whether GOD will be gracious to me, that the child may live?
19 And this woman's child died in the night; because she overlaid it.
8 Or who shut up the sea with doors, when it brake forth, as if it had issued out of the womb?
47 Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?
29 If I be wicked, why then labour I in vain?