9. And when much time had passed, his wife said to him, How long will you hold out, saying, [ 2:9A] Behold, I wait yet a little while, expecting the hope of my deliverance? [ 2:9B] For behold, your memorial is abolished from the earth, even your sons and daughters, the pangs and pains of my womb which I bore in vain with sorrows; [ 2:9C] and you yourself sit down to spend the nights in the open air among the corruption of worms, [ 2:9D] and I am a wanderer and a servant from place to place and house to house, waiting for the setting of the sun, that I may rest from my labors, and my pangs which now beset me: [ 2:9E] but curse the Lord, and die.