Cross References

Job 17:1

King James 2000

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

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

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

My breath is repulsive to my wife, though I make supplication for the children of my own body.

After this lived Job a 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 forever, neither will I be always angry: for the spirit should fail before me, and the souls which I have made.