A Plea for Respite Before Death

Job 10:18-22

Why then did You bring me from the womb? Oh, that I had died, and no eye had seen me!

If only I had never come to be, but had been carried from the womb to the grave.

Are my days not few? Withdraw from me, that I may have a little comfort,

before I go—never to return— to a land of darkness and gloom,

to a land of utter darkness, of deep shadow and disorder, where even the light is like darkness.”