A Plea for Respite Before Death

Job 10:18-22

Why didst thou bring me forth out of the womb? O that I had been consumed, that eye might not see me!

I should have been as if I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave.

Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? Suffer me, therefore, that I may lament my sorrow a little:

Before I go and return no more, to a land that is dark and covered with the mist of death:

A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.