I am wasted away, Not, to times age-abiding, can I live, Let me alone, for, a breath, are my days.

“Surely God will not listen to an empty cry [which lacks trust],
Nor will the Almighty regard it.

Who doth frustrate the schemes of the crafty, that their hands cannot achieve abiding success;

Is there any help at all in me? Is not, abiding success, driven from me?

Doth he make a covenant with thee? Dost thou take him for a servant age-during?

Also -- the power of their hands, why is it to me? On them hath old age perished.

And Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite answereth and saith: -- Young I am in days, and ye are age Therefore I have feared, And am afraid of shewing you my opinion.

You shall come to your grave in a full age, like a shock of grain comes in in its season.

For inquire, I pray you, of the former age, and prepare yourself to the findings of their fathers:

I thought that age should speak
and maturity should teach wisdom.

And thy age shall be clearer than the noon-day: thou shalt shine forth, thou shalt be as the morning.