Moff by section JOB 17:1

Job 17

my strength and time are spent,

and the grave alone is left me.

Illusions are indeed my lot;

I face the bitter mockery of life.

Give me a pledge that thou thyself will act;

who else would undertake my cause against thee?

Thou has made me a byword in the world;

men look upon me like a monster--

like one who bids friends to a feast,

and lets his children starve!

My eyes are dimmed with weeping,

my limbs worn to a shadow;

my days pass in despair,

my heart is broken;

night is a day to me,

and light is darkness;

all I can hope for is a home below,

to make my bed in the darkness of death,

to call the tomb ‘my mother,’

to call the worm ‘my sister’!

Where, where is any bliss for me?

oh where can I see any hope?

Bliss and hope sink with me below;

we go down to the grave together.”