Job 10:18
"'Why, then, have you brought me forth out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
"'Why, then, have you brought me forth out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
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19 I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20 Aren't my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
21 Before I go where I shall not return from, To the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
10 Because it didn't shut up the doors of my mother's womb, Nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.
11 "Why didn't I die from the womb? Why didn't I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?
12 Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
17 because he didn't kill me from the womb; and so my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great.
18 Why came I forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
16 Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, As infants who never saw light.
13 "Oh that you would hide me in Sheol, That you would keep me secret, until your wrath is past, That you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
3 "Let the day perish in which I was born, The night which said, 'There is a man-child conceived.'
14 Cursed be the day in which I was born: don't let the day in which my mother bore me be blessed.
10 Haven't you poured me out like milk, And curdled me like cheese?
8 'Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether; Yet you destroy me.
9 But you brought me out of the womb. You made me trust at my mother's breasts.
10 I was thrown on you from my mother's womb. You are my God since my mother bore me.
9 Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10 Be it still my consolation, Yes, let me exult in pain that doesn't spare, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11 What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?
17 You renew your witnesses against me, And increase your indignation on me. Changes and warfare are with me.
1 "My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
15 So that my soul chooses strangling, Death rather than my bones.
16 I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone; for my days are but a breath.
15 Didn't he who made me in the womb make him? Didn't one fashion us in the womb?
10 I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
11 I said, I shall not see Yah, Yah in the land of the living: I shall see man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
17 Because I was not cut off before the darkness, Neither did he cover the thick darkness from my face.
15 Where then is my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?
8 The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more. Your eyes shall be on me, but I shall not be.
3 Do you open your eyes on such a one, And bring me into judgment with you?
11 "Therefore I will not keep silent. 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 sea-monster, That you put a guard over me?
20 If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, So that I am a burden to myself?
21 Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I shall not be."
14 Yahweh, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?
18 He will not allow me to take my breath, But fills me with bitterness.
6 He has made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
24 Why hide you your face, And hold me for your enemy?
29 I shall be condemned; Why then do I labor in vain?
19 Who is he who will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the spirit.
14 Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hand?
1 "My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 I will tell God, 'Do not condemn me, Show me why you contend with me.
47 Remember how short my time is! For what vanity have you created all the children of men!
10 Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
5 No eye pitied you, to do any of these things to you, to have compassion on you; but you were cast out in the open field, for that your person was abhorred, in the day that you were born.
3 Therefore now, Yahweh, take, I beg you, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live."
13 If I look for Sheol as my house, If I have spread my couch in the darkness,
10 Woe is me, my mother, that you have borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have not lent, neither have men lent to me; [yet] everyone of them does curse me.