My days are past, my purposes are broken off, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
They change the night into day: the light [is] short because of darkness.
If I wait, the grave [is] mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
I have said to corruption, Thou [art] my father: to the worm, [Thou art] my mother, and my sister.
And where [is] now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when [our] rest together [is] in the dust.
Then answered Bildad the Shuhite, and said,
How long [will it be ere] ye make an end of words? mark, and afterwards we will speak.
Wherefore are we counted as beasts, [and] reputed vile in your sight?
He teareth himself in his anger: shall the earth be forsaken for thee? and shall the rock be removed out of his place?
