Job 17:1

My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves are for me.

What is my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?

If I wait -- Sheol is my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.

My spirit is strange to my wife, And my favours to the sons of my mother's womb.

And Job liveth after this a hundred and forty years, and seeth his sons, and his sons' sons, four generations;

For my soul hath been full of evils, And my life hath come to Sheol.

I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.

For, not to the age do I strive, nor for ever am I wroth, For the spirit from before Me is feeble, And the souls I have made.

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

My spirit is strange to my wife, And my favours to the sons of my mother's womb.

What is my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?

And Job liveth after this a hundred and forty years, and seeth his sons, and his sons' sons, four generations;

For, not to the age do I strive, nor for ever am I wroth, For the spirit from before Me is feeble, And the souls I have made.

If I wait -- Sheol is my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.

For my soul hath been full of evils, And my life hath come to Sheol.

I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.