Job 17:1

My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.

Have I strength to go on waiting, or have I any end to be looking forward to?

If I am waiting for the underworld as my house, if I have made my bed in the dark;

My breath is strange to my wife, and I am disgusting to the offspring of my mother's body.

And after this Job had a hundred and forty years of life, and saw his sons, and his sons' sons, even four generations.

For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld.

I said, In the quiet of my days I am going down into the underworld: the rest of my years are being taken away from me.

For I will not give punishment for ever, or be angry without end: for from me breath goes out; and I it was who made the souls.

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

My breath is strange to my wife, and I am disgusting to the offspring of my mother's body.

Have I strength to go on waiting, or have I any end to be looking forward to?

And after this Job had a hundred and forty years of life, and saw his sons, and his sons' sons, even four generations.

For I will not give punishment for ever, or be angry without end: for from me breath goes out; and I it was who made the souls.

If I am waiting for the underworld as my house, if I have made my bed in the dark;

For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld.

I said, In the quiet of my days I am going down into the underworld: the rest of my years are being taken away from me.