God rips me apart, uproots my hopes,
No one can rebuild what he destroys, or release those he has imprisoned.
streams wear away stones and wash away soil. And you destroy our hopes!
My life is drawing to an end; hope has disappeared.
But what kind of hope is that?
Satan left and caused painful sores to break out all over Job's body--from head to toe.
Forgotten here on earth, and with their power broken, they taste sweet to worms.
Why should I patiently hope when my strength is gone?
and my days are running out quicker than the thread of a fast-moving needle.
My life fades like a shadow at the end of day and withers like grass.
