Job Prepares for Death
“1My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; 2Surely mockers surround me, 3Give me, I pray, the pledge You demand. 4You have closed their minds to understanding; 5If a man denounces his friends for a price,
6He has made me a byword among the people, 7My eyes have grown dim with grief, 8The upright are appalled at this, 9Yet a righteous one holds to his way, 10But come back and try again, all of you.
11My days have passed; my plans are broken off — 12They have turned night into day, 13If I look for Sheol as my home, 14and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ 15where then is my hope? 16Will it go down to the gates of Sheol?