יָמַ֣י עָ֭בְרוּ זִמֹּתַ֣י נִתְּק֑וּ מ֖וֹרָשֵׁ֣י לְבָבִֽי׃
Мои дни прошли, мои цели разрушены, Даже мысли моего сердца.
Rashi
My days etc. Behold, the days of my prosperity, to which I became accustomed, have passed.
Malbim
Job reaffirms his belief that death is permanent and final, scorning the notion that death and the decomposition of the body are the progenitors of eternal life.
Rashi
the thoughts of my heart have been broken off Heb. מורשי, lit. the inheritances of. The thoughts which my heart gave me to possess, for my heart said that I would inherit good because of my [righteous] way.