Job 17:1

Modern English Version

“My spirit is broken, my days are extinguished, the grave 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 souls whom I have made.

After this, Job lived one hundred and forty years, and saw his sons, and their sons to the fourth generation.

My breath is offensive to my wife; I am loathsome to the children of my own body.

“What strength do I have, that I should hope? And what is my end, that I should prolong my life?

“My days fly more swiftly than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.

“For when a few years have passed, I will go the way from which I will not return.

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