"My spiritis broken,my daysare extinguished,The graveis [ready] for me.
"For when a fewyearsare past,I shall gothe wayof noreturn.
"My daysare past,my plansare tornapart,[Even] the wishesof my heart.
"My breathis offensiveto my wife,And I am loathsometo my own brothers.
Afterthis,Joblived140years,and sawhis sonsand his grandsons,fourgenerations.
"Whatis my strength,that I should wait?And whatis my end,that I should endure?
"My daysare swifterthana weaver'sshuttle,And cometo an endwithouthope.
"For I will not contendforever,Norwill I alwaysbe angry;For the spiritwould growfaintbeforeMe, And the breath[of those whom] I have made.
