Job 17:1

My breath is corrupt, my days are cut off, and the grave is ready for me.

What is my strength that I should hope? What is my end that I should prolong my life?

If I wait, Sheol is my house; I have made my bed in the darkness.

My spirit came to be strange to my wife, although I intreated her for the sons of my own body.

After this Job lived one hundred and forty years, and saw his sons, and his sons' sons, even four generations.

for my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near unto Sheol.

I said in the cutting off of my days; I shall go to the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.

For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be always wroth: for by me is the spirit covered by the body, and I have made the souls.

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My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.

My spirit came to be strange to my wife, although I intreated her for the sons of my own body.

What is my strength that I should hope? What is my end that I should prolong my life?

After this Job lived one hundred and forty years, and saw his sons, and his sons' sons, even four generations.

For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be always wroth: for by me is the spirit covered by the body, and I have made the souls.

If I wait, Sheol is my house; I have made my bed in the darkness.

for my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near unto Sheol.

I said in the cutting off of my days; I shall go to the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.