Job 17:1

My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me.

What is my strength, that I should wait? and what is my end, that I should prolong my life?

If I hope for the grave to be my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness,

My breath is repulsive to my wife; I am loathsome to my brothers.

After this Job lived 140 years; he saw his children and their children to the fourth generation.

For my life is filled with troubles and I am ready to enter Sheol.

"I thought, 'In the middle of my life I must walk through the gates of Sheol, I am deprived of the rest of my years.'

For I will not be hostile forever or perpetually angry, for then man's spirit would grow faint before me, the life-giving breath I created.

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

My breath is repulsive to my wife; I am loathsome to my brothers.

What is my strength, that I should wait? and what is my end, that I should prolong my life?

After this Job lived 140 years; he saw his children and their children to the fourth generation.

For I will not be hostile forever or perpetually angry, for then man's spirit would grow faint before me, the life-giving breath I created.

If I hope for the grave to be my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness,

For my life is filled with troubles and I am ready to enter Sheol.

"I thought, 'In the middle of my life I must walk through the gates of Sheol, I am deprived of the rest of my years.'