Job 17:1

My spirit is broken. My days are extinguished. The grave is waiting for me.

What strength do I have, that I should wait and hope? What prospects, that I should be patient?

Should I look for the grave as my home and make my bed in the darkness?

I am repulsive to my wife and my children think I stink.

After this Job lived a hundred and forty years. He saw his children and their children to the fourth generation.

I am filled with troubles, and my life comes closer to the grave.

I thought that in the prime of my life I would go down to the gates of the grave and be robbed of the rest of my life.

For I will not contend (rebuke) forever! Nor will I always be angry! The spirit would fail before me, and those whom I have made.

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

I am repulsive to my wife and my children think I stink.

What strength do I have, that I should wait and hope? What prospects, that I should be patient?

After this Job lived a hundred and forty years. He saw his children and their children to the fourth generation.

For I will not contend (rebuke) forever! Nor will I always be angry! The spirit would fail before me, and those whom I have made.

Should I look for the grave as my home and make my bed in the darkness?

I am filled with troubles, and my life comes closer to the grave.

I thought that in the prime of my life I would go down to the gates of the grave and be robbed of the rest of my life.