¹ My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.

³ For my soul hath been full of evils, And my life hath come to Sheol.

⁴ I have been reckoned with those going down `to' the pit, I have been as a man without strength.

⁵ Among the dead -- free, As pierced ones lying in the grave, Whom Thou hast not remembered any more, Yea, they by Thy hand have been cut off.

¹⁰ `I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.

¹¹ I said, I do not see Jah -- Jah! In the land of the living, I do not behold man any more, With the inhabitants of the world.

¹² My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me.

¹³ I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.

¹⁴ As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression `is' on me, be my surety.

¹¹ What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?

¹³ If I wait -- Sheol `is' my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.

¹⁴ To corruption I have called: -- `Thou `art' my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' -- to the worm.

¹⁷ My spirit is strange to my wife, And my favours to the sons of my `mother's' womb.

¹⁶ And Job liveth after this a hundred and forty years, and seeth his sons, and his sons' sons, four generations;

¹⁶ For, not to the age do I strive, nor for ever am I wroth, For the spirit from before Me is feeble, And the souls I have made.