He breaks me down on every side, and I am gone; and uproots my expectancy like a tree.
The womb forgets him, the worm feeds sweetly on him; he is remembered no more, and wickedness is broken like a tree;
Look, He breaks down, and it is not rebuilt. If He imprisons a man, there is no release.
My days are like a shadow that lengthens, And I wither away like grass.
Where then is my expectancy? As for my expectancy, who would see it?
My days have passed by, my plans have been broken off – the desires of my heart.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without expectancy.
What strength do I have, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
And Satan went out from the presence of יהוה, and smote Iyoḇ
as water wears away stones, its out-pouring washes away the soil of the earth – so You have destroyed the expectancy of man.