1My breath is corrupt,
2Are there not mockers with me?
3Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee;
4For thou hast hid their heart from understanding:
5He that speaketh flattery to his friends,
6He hath made me also a byword of the people;
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow,
8Upright men shall be astonied at this,
9The righteous also shall hold on his way,
10But as for you all, do you return, and come now:
11My days are past,
12They change the night into day:
13If I wait, the grave is mine house:
14I have said to corruption, Thou art my father:
15And where is now my hope?
16They shall go down to the bars of the pit,