He has destroyed me on every side, and I am gone; my hope He has uprooted like a tree.
Surely, He tears down, and it cannot be built again; He imprisons a man, and there can be no release.
The waters wear away the stones; its overflow washes away 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.
Where now is my hope? As for my hope, who will see it?
Therefore, the Adversary went out from the presence of the Lord, and he afflicted Job with severe sores from the sole of his foot to the top of his head.
The womb will forget him; the worm will feed sweetly on him; he will be remembered no more, and wickedness will be broken like a tree.
“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.
My days are like an evening shadow; I wither away like grass.