I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years.

For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.

My breath is strange to my wife, though I intreated for the children's {sake} of mine own body. {mine...: Heb. my belly}

After this lived Job an hundred and forty years, and saw his sons, and his sons' sons, {even} four generations.

If I wait, the grave {is} mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.

For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be always wroth: for the spirit should fail before me, and the souls {which} I have made.

What {is} my strength, that I should hope? and what {is} mine end, that I should prolong my life?

His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.

What {is} my strength, that I should hope? and what {is} mine end, that I should prolong my life?

My breath is strange to my wife, though I intreated for the children's {sake} of mine own body. {mine...: Heb. my belly}

Yea, his soul draweth near unto the grave, and his life to the destroyers.

I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man {that hath} no strength:

I {am} afflicted and ready to die from {my} youth up: {while} I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.

Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day {even} to night wilt thou make an end of me. {with...: or, from the thrum}

If I wait, the grave {is} mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.