I was in comfort, but I have been broken up by his hands; he has taken me by the neck, shaking me to bits; he has put me up as a mark for his arrows.

Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.

Lo, my breast is as wine not opened, Like new bottles it is broken up.

And broke up for it my decreed place, and set bars and doors,

“They break up my path,
They profit from my destruction;
No one restrains them.

“My body is clothed with worms and a crust of dust;
My skin is hardened [and broken and loathsome], and [breaks out and] runs.

And withheld from the wicked is their light, And the arm lifted up is broken.

He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. My hope he has plucked up like a tree.

By me the great teeth of the evil-doer were broken, and I made him give up what he had violently taken away.

Let, my shoulder, from the shoulder-blade, fall, and, my arm, from the upper bone, be broken;

A stream hath broken out from a sojourner, Those forgotten of the foot, They were low, from man they wandered.

(They have broken down, They have not answered again, They removed from themselves words.

The roaring of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, and the teeth of the young lions, are broken.

My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.

You have sent widows away empty, and the arms of the fatherless have been broken.

The womb shall forget him; the worm shall feed sweetly on him; he shall be no more remembered; and wickedness shall be broken as a tree.

Then Job took a piece of broken pottery to scrape himself while he sat among the ashes.

My spirit is broken.
My days are extinguished.
A graveyard awaits me.