Job 17:1

"My spirit is broken; my days are extinct; the graveyard is ready for me.

What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should be patient?

If I hope for Sheol as my house, if I make my bed in darkness,

My breath is strange to my wife, and I am a stench to the children of my own mother.

And after this Job lived 140 years, and saw his sons, and his sons' sons, four generations.

For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.

I said, In the middle of my days I must depart; I am consigned to the gates of Sheol for the rest of my years.

For I will not contend forever, nor will I always be angry; for the spirit would grow faint before me, and the breath of life that I 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 I am a stench to the children of my own mother.

What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should be patient?

And after this Job lived 140 years, and saw his sons, and his sons' sons, four generations.

For I will not contend forever, nor will I always be angry; for the spirit would grow faint before me, and the breath of life that I made.

If I hope for Sheol as my house, if I make my bed in darkness,

For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.

I said, In the middle of my days I must depart; I am consigned to the gates of Sheol for the rest of my years.