Death: Desired: Job

After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.

If only my request were granted and God would fulfill my hope: …

“Is not man consigned to labor on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired hand? …

…so that I would prefer strangling and death over my life in this body.

I loathe my life! I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.

“I loathe my own life; I will express my complaint and speak in the bitterness of my soul.

If only You would hide me in Sheol and conceal me until Your anger has passed! If only You would appoint a time for me and then remember me!