He has destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and my hope has he removed like a tree.
Behold, he breaks down, and it cannot be built again: he shuts up a man, and there can be no opening.
The waters wear the stones: you wash away the things which grow out of the dust of the earth; and you destroy the hope of man.
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
So went Satan forth from the presence of the LORD, and struck Job with painful boils from the sole of his foot unto the crown of his head.
The womb shall forget him; the worm shall feed sweetly on him; he shall be no more remembered; and wickedness shall be broken as a tree.
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.
My days are like a shadow that declines; and I am withered like grass.