18:017:011 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
18:017:012 They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
18:017:013 If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
18:017:014 I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
18:017:015 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
18:017:016 They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.
18:018:001 Then answered Bildad the Shuhite, and said,
18:018:002 How long will it be ere ye make an end of words? mark, and afterwards we will speak.
18:018:003 Wherefore are we counted as beasts, and reputed vile in your sight?
18:018:004 He teareth himself in his anger: shall the earth be forsaken for thee? and shall the rock be removed out of his place?