A Plea for Respite Before Death

Job 10:18-22

"'Why did you bring me out of the womb? I wish I had died there where no eye could see me.

I would have been as if I had never existed, I would have been carried from womb to grave.

Aren't my days few? So stop! Leave me alone, so I can cheer up a little

before I go to the place of no return, to the land of darkness and death-dark gloom,

a land of gloom like darkness itself, of dense darkness and utter disorder, where even the light is dark.'"