Job 17:1

"My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.

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

If I look for Sheol as my house, if I have spread my couch in the darkness,

My breath is offensive to my wife. I am loathsome to the children of my own mother.

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

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

I said, "In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years."

For I will not contend forever, neither will I be always angry; for the spirit would faint before me, and the souls who I have made.

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

My breath is offensive to my wife. I am loathsome to the children of my own mother.

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

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

For I will not contend forever, neither will I be always angry; for the spirit would faint before me, and the souls who I have made.

If I look for Sheol as my house, if I have spread my couch in the darkness,

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

I said, "In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years."