Job 17:1

"My spirit is crushed, my days are over; it's the grave for me!

"Do I have the strength to wait? And why should I be patient?

"If my hope were that my house is the afterlife itself, if I were to make my bed in darkness,

My wife says my breath stinks; even my children say I smell bad!

Job lived 140 years after this, and saw his children and grandchildren to the fourth generation.

For my life is filled with troubles as I approach Sheol.

I said, "Must I leave in the prime of my life? Must I be consigned to the control of Sheol? Bitter are my years!"

For I won't accuse forever, nor will I always be angry; for then the human spirit would grow faint before me even the souls that I have created.

Treasury of Scripture Knowledge

My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.

My wife says my breath stinks; even my children say I smell bad!

"Do I have the strength to wait? And why should I be patient?

Job lived 140 years after this, and saw his children and grandchildren to the fourth generation.

For I won't accuse forever, nor will I always be angry; for then the human spirit would grow faint before me even the souls that I have created.

"If my hope were that my house is the afterlife itself, if I were to make my bed in darkness,

For my life is filled with troubles as I approach Sheol.

I said, "Must I leave in the prime of my life? Must I be consigned to the control of Sheol? Bitter are my years!"