Job 3: Job complains

Finally, Job was all, I wish I had never been born. Or that my mom had had a miscarriage. Or an abortion. Like even a late term abortion. Why couldn’t I have died at birth? Why couldn’t she have abandoned me? Thrown me in the trash like that one girl at prom? Left me outside to freeze to death? Starved me? My life is horrible and I wish I didn’t exist.

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