Job 17:1

Modern King James Version

My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the graves are ready for me.

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For I will not contend forever, nor will I be always angry; for the spirit should fail before Me, and the souls I have made.

After this Job lived a hundred and forty years, and he saw his sons, and his sons' sons, four generations.

My breath is hated by my wife, and I must beg to the sons of my mother's womb.

What is my strength, that I should hope? And what is my end, that I should be patient?

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are ended without hope.

For the years that are few will come, and I shall go the way from where I shall not return.

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