Cross References

Job 17:1

American King James Version (1999)

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

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When a few years are come, then I shall go the way from where I shall not return.

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

My breath is strange to my wife, though I entreated for the children's sake of my own body.

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

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

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

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