Job 17:1

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

“My breath is offensive to my wife,
And I am loathsome to my own brothers.

“What is my strength, that I should wait?
And what is my end, that I should

endure?

After this, Job lived 140 years, and saw his sons and his grandsons, four generations.

“For I will not contend forever,

Nor will I always be angry;

For the spirit would grow faint before Me,
And the breath of those whom I have made.

“If I look for Sheol as my home,
I make my bed in the darkness;

For my soul has had enough troubles,
And my life has drawn near to Sheol.

I said, “In the middle of my life
I am to enter the gates of Sheol;
I am to be deprived of the rest of my years.”