Job

¹ my days used up, my grave dug and waiting.

² How long do I have to put up with their insolence?

³ Give it to me in writing, with your signature. You're the only one who can do it!

⁴ You know firsthand how stupid they can be. You wouldn't let them have the last word, would you?

⁵ leave a legacy of abuse to their children.

⁶ people spit in my face;

⁷ I'm nothing but skin and bones.

⁸ the good-hearted wake up and insist I've given up on God.

⁹ sure that their clean, pure hands will get stronger and stronger!

¹⁰ to try it again, the bunch of you. So far I haven't come across one scrap of wisdom in anything you've said.

¹¹ all my hopes are snuffed out—

¹² my hope that dawn was about to break.

¹³ if my only hope for comfort is a well-built coffin,

¹⁴ and the only family that shows up is worms,

¹⁵ Who on earth could find any hope in that?

¹⁶ I suppose you'll all come to the double funeral!"