He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone;\par\tab And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.
The womb shall forget him;\par\tab The worm shall feed sweetly on him;\par\tab He shall be no more remembered;\par\tab And unrighteousness shall be broken as a tree.
Behold, he breaketh down, and it cannot be built again;\par\tab He shutteth up a man, and there can be no opening.
My days are like a shadow that declineth;\par\tab And I am withered like grass.
Where then is my hope?\par\tab And as for my hope, who shall see it?
My days are past, my purposes are broken off,\par\tab Even the thoughts of my heart.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle,\par\tab And are spent without hope.
What is my strength, that I should wait?\par\tab And what is mine end, that I should be patient?
So Satan went forth from the presence of Jehovah, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown.
The waters wear the stones;\par\tab The overflowings thereof wash away the dust of the earth:\par\tab So thou destroyest the hope of man.