"He breaksme downon everyside,and I am gone;And He has uprootedmy hopelike a tree.
"Behold,He tearsdown,and it cannotbe rebuilt;He imprisonsa man,and there can be norelease.
Waterwearsawaystones,Its torrentswashawaythe dustof the earth;So You destroyman'shope.
"My daysare past,my plansare tornapart,[Even] the wishesof my heart.
Wherenowis my hope?And whoregardsmy hope?
Then Satanwentout from the presenceof the LORDand smoteJobwith soreboilsfrom the soleof his footto the crownof his head.
"A motherwill forgethim; The wormfeedssweetlytill he is nolongerremembered.And wickednesswill be brokenlike a tree.
"Whatis my strength,that I should wait?And whatis my end,that I should endure?
"My daysare swifterthana weaver'sshuttle,And cometo an endwithouthope.
My daysare like a lengthenedshadow,And I witheraway like grass.
