¹ My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.

³ For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld.

⁴ I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:

⁵ My soul is among the dead, like those in the underworld, to whom you give no more thought; for they are cut off from your care.

¹⁰ I said, In the quiet of my days I am going down into the underworld: the rest of my years are being taken away from me.

¹¹ I said, I will not see the Lord, even the Lord in the land of the living: I will not see man again or those living in the world.

¹² My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.

¹³ I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.

¹⁴ I make cries like a bird; I give out sounds of grief like a dove: my eyes are looking up with desire; O Lord, I am crushed, take up my cause.

¹¹ Have I strength to go on waiting, or have I any end to be looking forward to?

¹³ If I am waiting for the underworld as my house, if I have made my bed in the dark;

¹⁴ If I say to the earth, You are my father; and to the worm, My mother and my sister;

¹⁷ My breath is strange to my wife, and I am disgusting to the offspring of my mother's body.

¹⁶ And after this Job had a hundred and forty years of life, and saw his sons, and his sons' sons, even four generations.

¹⁶ For I will not give punishment for ever, or be angry without end: for from me breath goes out; and I it was who made the souls.