Job 17:1

My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.

What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should have patience?

If I wait, Sheol is my house; I spread my bed in the darkness:

My breath is strange to my wife, and my entreaties to the children of my mother's womb.

And Job lived after this a hundred and forty years, and saw his sons, and his sons' sons, four generations.

For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draweth nigh to Sheol.

I said, In the meridian of my days I shall go to the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the rest of my years.

For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be always wroth; for the spirit would fail before me, and the souls which I have made.

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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 my entreaties to the children of my mother's womb.

What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should have patience?

And Job lived after this a hundred and forty years, and saw his sons, and his sons' sons, four generations.

For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be always wroth; for the spirit would fail before me, and the souls which I have made.

If I wait, Sheol is my house; I spread my bed in the darkness:

For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draweth nigh to Sheol.

I said, In the meridian of my days I shall go to the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the rest of my years.