“My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the grave awaits me.
I said, “In the prime of my life I must go through the gates of Sheol and be deprived of the remainder of my years.”
For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.
If I look for Sheol as my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness,
What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What is my future, that I should be patient?
For I will not accuse you forever, nor will I always be angry; for then the spirit of man would grow weak before Me—the
My breath is repulsive to my wife, and I am loathsome to my own family.
After this, Job lived 140 years and saw his children and their children to the fourth generation.