| 1. | My spirit is broken, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me. |
| 2. | Surely there are mockers about me, and my eye dwells on their provocation. |
| 3. | "Lay down a pledge for me with thyself; who is there that will give surety for me? |
| 4. | Since thou hast closed their minds to understanding, therefore thou wilt not let them triumph. |
| 5. | He who informs against his friends to get a share of their property, the eyes of his children will fail. |
| 6. | "He has made me a byword of the peoples, and I am one before whom men spit. |
| 7. | My eye has grown dim from grief, and all my members are like a shadow. |
| 8. | Upright men are appalled at this, and the innocent stirs himself up against the godless. |
| 9. | Yet the righteous holds to his way, and he that has clean hands grows stronger and stronger. |
| 10. | But you, come on again, all of you, and I shall not find a wise man among you. |
| 11. | My days are past, my plans are broken off, the desires of my heart. |
| 12. | They make night into day; `The light,' they say, `is near to the darkness.' |
| 13. | If I look for Sheol as my house, if I spread my couch in darkness, |
| 14. | if I say to the pit, `You are my father,' and to the worm, `My mother,' or `My sister,' |
| 15. | where then is my hope? Who will see my hope? |
| 16. | Will it go down to the bars of Sheol? Shall we descend together into the dust?" |
