17 1 Job sayeth that he consumeth away, and yet doth patiently abide it. 10 He exhorteth his friends to repentance, 13 showing that he looketh out for death.

My breath is corrupt: my days are cut off, and the grave is ready for me.

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17 My spirit(A) is broken,
    my days are cut short,(B)
    the grave awaits me.(C)

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