Job 17:1

English Standard Version 2016

“My spirit is broken; my days are extinct; the graveyard is ready for me.

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For I will not contend forever, nor will I always be angry; for the spirit would grow faint before me, and the breath of life that I made.

And after this Job lived 140 years, and saw his sons, and his sons’ sons, four generations.

My breath is strange to my wife, and I am a stench to the children of my own mother.

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

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and come to their end without hope.

For when a few years have come I shall go the way from which I shall not return.

My days are past; my plans are broken off, the desires of my heart.