1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.
2Surely there are mockers with me, and my eye dwells upon their provocation.
3Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself. Who is there that will strike hands with me?
4For thou have hid their heart from understanding. Therefore thou shall not exalt them.
5He who denounces his friends for a prey, even the eyes of his sons shall fail.
6But he has made me a byword of the people, and they spit in my face.
7My eye also is dim because of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
8Upright men shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall stir himself up against the profane.
9Yet the righteous shall hold on his way. And he who has clean hands shall grow stronger and stronger.
10But as for you all, come on now again, and I shall not find a wise man among you.
11My days are past. My purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
12They change the night into day. The light, they say, is near to the darkness.
13If I look for Sheol as my house, if I have spread my couch in the darkness,
14if I have said to corruption, Thou are my father, to the worm, My mother, and my sister,
15where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
16It shall go down to the bars of Sheol when once there is rest in the dust.