Job 19:10

A Conservative Version

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

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The womb shall forget him. The worm shall feed sweetly on him. He shall be no more remembered. And unrighteousness shall be broken as a tree.

Behold, he breaks down, and it cannot be built again. He shuts up a man, and there can be no opening.

My days are like a shadow that declines, and I am withered like grass.

where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?

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

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

What is my strength that I should wait? And what is my end that I should be patient?

So Satan went forth from the presence of LORD, and smote Job with severe boils from the sole of his foot to his crown.

The waters wear the stones. The overflowings of it wash away the dust of the earth. So thou destroy the hope of man.