The Desire for Rest in Death

Job 3:11-19

Why did I not die in the womb? why did I not perish when I came out of the belly?

Why received upon the knees? why suckled at the breasts?

For now I should have been asleep and still, and should have rest in my sleep:

With kings and consuls of the earth, who build themselves solitudes:

Or with princes, that possess gold, and fill their houses with silver:

Or as a hidden untimely birth, I should not be; or as they that, being conceived, have not seen the light.

There the wicked cease from tumult, and there the wearied in strength are at rest.

And they sometime bound together without disquiet, have not heard the voice of the oppressor.

The small and great are there, and the servant is free from his master.