TSK · Job 17:1

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

My days are past, my plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.

My breath is offensive to my wife. I am loathsome to the children of my own mother.

For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to Sheol.

I said, "In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years."