Job 17:1

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

My breath is repulsive to my wife, though I make supplication for the children of my own body.

What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is my end, that I should prolong my life?

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

For I will not contend forever, neither will I be always angry: for the spirit should fail before me, and the souls which I have made.

If I wait, the grave is my house: I have made my bed in the darkness.

For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draws near unto the grave.

I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the rest of my years.