רוּחִ֣י חֻ֭בָּלָה יָמַ֥י נִזְעָ֗כוּ קְבָרִ֥ים לִֽי׃
Mon âme est meurtrie, mes jours s’éteignent, la tombe m’attend.
Rashi on Job
flicker Heb. נזעכו have sprung away, like (above 6:17) “they jump (נדעכו).”
Malbim on Job
Is my spirit just on loan to be returned to its Maker at the body's demise, as Eliphaz maintains. No, my days are being ticked off, burying me one by one. There is nothing immortal in man. His whole life is lived here in this world, and every day that goes by is a day gone; irretrievable; buried.
Rashi on Job
graves are ready for me I am ready for the grave.