Then Job spoke up and said he wished he had never been born.
"I wish I had never been born. Instead of seeing the light of day, if only I could have stayed in the darkness. If that day could only be removed from the calendar altogether! If only someone could summon a monster from the sea to come and destroy that day - the day I was born.
How gladly I would have stayed in the womb! Never to see the stars. Never to see the sun.
How gladly I would have stayed in the dark of the womb where I could also see no trouble.
Oh why couldn't I have died in childbirth? Why did someone have to care for me and feed me?
If I had died way back then, I would not be suffering right now!
I would be sleeping in peace.
Sleeping in peace just like all men before me. Great and small, they all lie in the same ground beneath my feet. Though the rich had gold, and houses full of silver, even they are now in the ground.
Why couldn't I have been born dead?
Never to see the light of day?
Oh to be where the wicked stop their scheming, where the tired get their rest. Where slaves are set free for they no longer have masters.
Why do those in misery have to suffer existence? Why must the bitter continue on with life? In their suffering, death looks inviting and yet it does not come.
Why do men live? They have so little control over their own destiny in life. I am too tired to even eat. I am in too much pain to even drink.
My fears have come true. I have no peace, no quietness, no rest. I have only turmoil."
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