And why do you not take away my sin, and let my wrongdoing be ended? for now I go down to the dust, and you will be searching for me with care, but I will be gone.

My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.

For what interest has he in his house after him, when the number of his months is ended?

I would make clear the number of my steps, I would put it before him like a prince! The words of Job are ended.