He has broken me on every side, and I am gone, and He has uprooted my hope like a tree.
Behold, He breaks down, and it can not be built up again; He shuts up a man, and no one opens.
The waters wear away the stones; the outpouring of it washes the dust of the earth; and You cause the hope of man to perish.
My days are past, my purposes 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 forth from the presence of Jehovah and struck Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot to the top of his head.
The womb shall forget him; the worm shall feed sweetly on him; he shall be remembered no more; and injustice shall be broken like a tree.
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.
My days are like a shadow stretched out; and I wither like grass.