Job 17:1

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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 disgusting to the offspring of my mother's body.

Have I strength to go on waiting, or have I any end to be looking forward to?

And after this Job had a hundred and forty years of life, and saw his sons, and his sons' sons, even four generations.

For I will not give punishment for ever, or be angry without end: for from me breath goes out; and I it was who made the souls.

If I am waiting for the underworld as my house, if I have made my bed in the dark;

For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld.

I said, In the quiet of my days I am going down into the underworld: the rest of my years are being taken away from me.