A Plea for Respite Before Death

Job 10:18-22

And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.

As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,

Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,

Before I go, and return not, Unto a land of darkness and death-shade,

A land of obscurity as thick darkness, Death-shade--and no order, And the shining is as thick darkness.'