Job 17:1

New King James Version

“My spirit is broken, My days are extinguished, The grave is ready for me.

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For I will not contend forever, Nor will I always be angry; For the spirit would fail before Me, And the souls which I have made.

After this Job lived one hundred and forty years, and saw his children and grandchildren for four generations.

My breath is offensive to my wife, And I am repulsive to the children of my own body.

“What strength do I have, that I should hope? And what is my end, that I should prolong my life?

“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.

For when a few years are finished, I shall go the way of no return.

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