Job 3:15-17

Easy-to-Read Version

¹⁵ I wish I were buried with rulers
    who filled their graves with gold and silver.
¹⁶ Why wasn’t I a child who died at birth
    and was put in the ground?
I wish I had been buried like a baby
    who never saw the light of day.
¹⁷ There the wicked stop causing trouble,
    and the weary find rest.