Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
Breath is corrupt
My spirit came to be strange to my wife, although I intreated her for the sons of my own body.
What is my strength that I should hope? What is my end that I should prolong my life?
After this Job lived one hundred and forty years, and saw his sons, and his sons' sons, even four generations.
For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be always wroth: for by me is the spirit covered by the body, and I have made the souls.