1
My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.
2
Surely there are mockers with me, and mine eye abideth in their provocation.
3
Give now a pledge, be surety for me with Thyself;
who else is there that will strike hands with me?
4
For Thou hast hid their heart from understanding;
therefore shalt Thou not exalt them.
5
He that denounceth his friends for the sake of flattery, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6
He hath made me also a byword of the people;
and I am become one in whose face they spit.
7
Mine eye also is dimmed by reason of vexation, and all my members are as a shadow.
8
Upright men are astonished at this, and the innocent stirreth up himself against the godless.
9
Yet the righteous holdeth on his way, and he that hath clean hands waxeth stronger and stronger.
10
But as for you all, do ye return, and come now;
and I shall not find a wise man among you.
11
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
12
They change the night into day;
the light is short because of darkness.
13
If I look for the nether-world as my house;
if I have spread my couch in the darkness;
14
If I have said to corruption: "Thou art my father", to the worm: "Thou art my mother, and my sister";
15
Where then is my hope?
And as for my hope, who shall see it?
16
They shall go down to the bars of the nether-world, when we are at rest together in the dust.