The Desire for Rest in Death

Job 3:11-19

Why died I not in the birth? or why dyed I not, when I came out of the wombe?

Why did the knees preuent me? and why did I sucke the breasts?

For so shoulde I now haue lyen and bene quiet, I should haue slept then, and bene at rest,

With the Kings and counselers of the earth, which haue buylded themselues desolate places:

Or with the princes that had golde, and haue filled their houses with siluer.

Or why was I not hid, as an vntimely birth, either as infants, which haue not seene the light?

The wicked haue there ceased from their tyrannie, and there they that laboured valiantly, are at rest.

The prisoners rest together, and heare not the voyce of the oppressour.

There are small and great, and the seruant is free from his master.