He has broken me on every side, and I go; and He has pulled up my hope like a tree.
Behold, He breaks down, and no one builds; He shuts against a man, and no one opens.
The waters wear away stones; its outpouring washes the dust of the earth; and You cause the hope of man to perish.
My days have passed; my plans are broken off, the desires of my heart.
And where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
And Satan went out from before the face of Jehovah. And he struck Job with bad erupting boils from the sole of his foot to the top of his head.
The womb shall forget him; the worm sucks on him; he shall be remembered no more; and injustice shall be broken like a tree.
What is my strength that I should wait? And what is my end that I should prolong my life?
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and end without hope.
My days are like a shadow stretched out, and I wither like grass.