1 Job sayth that he consumeth away, and yet doeth paciently abide it. 10 He exhorteth his friends to repentance, 13 Shewing that he loketh but for death.
1.My breath is corrupt: my daies are cut of, and the grave is ready for me.
7.Mine eye therefore is dim for grief, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
11.My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoghts of mine heart
15.Where is then now mine hope? or who shal consider the thing, that I hoped for?