⁹ Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

17 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.

⁹ For evildoers shall be cut off: but those that wait upon the Lord, they shall inherit the earth.

⁵ Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand.

¹² Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.