My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave awaits me.

“我的心灵消耗，我的日子灭尽；坟墓为我预备好了。

“我的灵耗尽，我的日子消逝；坟墓为我预备好了。

“我的灵耗尽，我的日子消逝；坟墓为我预备好了。

“我的心灵破碎，我的年日将尽，坟墓等候着我。

“我的气息将断，我的日子快尽，坟墓已为我预备好了。

我的心靈消耗，我的日子滅盡；墳墓為我預備好了。

「我的靈耗盡，我的日子消逝；墳墓為我預備好了。

「我的靈耗盡，我的日子消逝；墳墓為我預備好了。

「我的心靈破碎，我的年日將盡，墳墓等候著我。

“我的氣息將斷，我的日子快盡，墳墓已為我預備好了。

我的生氣斷絕了，我的年日消盡了，所留給我的只有墳地。

我靈已衰、我日已盡、邱墓已為我備、

我神已昏、我命垂盡。將入墓矣。

我氣已衰、我命垂盡、我命垂盡或作我之日月已將無有惟有墳墓以待我、

My strength is almost gone. I won’t live much longer. A grave is waiting for me.

“ My spirit is broken; my days are extinct; the graveyard is ready for me.

“ My spirit is crushed, and my life is nearly snuffed out. The grave is ready to receive me.

My spirit is broken. My days are extinguished. A graveyard awaits me.

“ My spirit is broken, my days are extinguished, The grave is ready for me.

“ My spirit is broken, My days are extinguished, The grave is ready for me.

My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is ready for me.

My spirit is broken. My days are extinguished. A graveyard awaits me.

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

My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me.

“ My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, and the grave is ready for me.

I said,“ In the prime of my life must I go through the gates of death and be robbed of the rest of my years?”I said,“ I will not again see the Lord himself in the land of the living; no longer will I look on my fellow man, or be with those who now dwell in this world.Like a shepherd’s tent my house has been pulled down and taken from me. Like a weaver I have rolled up my life, and he has cut me off from the loom; day and night you made an end of me.I waited patiently till dawn, but like a lion he broke all my bones; day and night you made an end of me.I cried like a swift or thrush, I moaned like a mourning dove. My eyes grew weak as I looked to the heavens. I am being threatened; Lord, come to my aid!”

I am overwhelmed with troubles and my life draws near to death.I am counted among those who go down to the pit; I am like one without strength.I am set apart with the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more, who are cut off from your care.

If the only home I hope for is the grave, if I spread out my bed in the realm of darkness,if I say to corruption,‘ You are my father,’ and to the worm,‘ My mother’ or‘ My sister,’

My breath is offensive to my wife; I am loathsome to my own family.

After this, Job lived a hundred and forty years; he saw his children and their children to the fourth generation.

I will not accuse them forever, nor will I always be angry, for then they would faint away because of me— the very people I have created.

“ What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What prospects, that I should be patient?