My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
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Interpretation
Job reflects upon the harsh censures his friends had passed upon him, and, looking on himself as a dying man, he appeals to God. Our time is ending.
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
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Job reflects upon the harsh censures his friends had passed upon him, and, looking on himself as a dying man, he appeals to God. Our time is ending.