A Plea for Respite Before Death

Job 10:18-22

Wherfore then hast thou brought me out of the wombe? Oh that I had perished, and that none eye had seene me!

And that I were as I had not bene, but brought from the wombe to the graue!

Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,

Before I goe and shall not returne, euen to the land of darkenesse and shadow of death:

Into a land, I say, darke as darknes it selfe, and into the shadow of death, where is none order, but the light is there as darkenesse.