Job 17:1

Tree of Life Version

“My spirit is broken, my days have cut short, the graveyard awaits me.

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For I will not contend forever, nor will I always be angry, for the spirit would grow weak before Me, the breath of those whom I made.

After this, Job lived 140 years; he saw his children and their children for four generations.

My breath is repulsive to my wife; I am loathsome to my children.

“What is my strength, that I should hope? What is my end, that I should endure?

My days fly faster than a weaver’s shuttle and come to an end without hope.

“For the number of years will come to pass, and then I will go the way of no return.

My days have passed, my plans are torn apart. Yet the desires of my heart