“My spirit has been broken, my days have been extinguished, graves are for me.
When a few years are past, then I shall go the way of no return.
My days have passed by, my plans have been broken off – the desires of my heart.
My spirit is strange to my wife, and my kindness to the children of my own body.
And after this Iyoḇ
What strength do I have, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without expectancy.
“For I would not strive forever, nor am I wroth forever, for the spirit would grow faint before Me, even the beings I have made.