1"My spirit is broken, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.

2Are not mockers with me? Yea, my eye gazes upon their insults.

3Please lay down a pledge for me with Yourself; who is he who will strike hands with me?

4For You have hidden their heart from understanding; therefore You shall not lift them up.

5He who denounces his friend for flattery, even the eyes of his children shall fail.

6He has made me also a byword of the people; and I have become one in whose face they spit.

7My eyes also are dim from grief; and all my members are like a shadow.

8Upright men shall be amazed at this, and the innocent shall stir himself up against the godless.

9The righteous also shall hold on to his way, and he who has clean hands grows stronger and stronger.

10And now all of them, go away, and come again; for I cannot find one wise man among you.

11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.

12They change night into day; the light is short because of darkness.

13If I wait for the grave as my home, I have made my bed in the darkness;

14I have said to corruption, 'You are my father;' to the worm, 'My mother and my sister!'

15And where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?

16They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when we rest together in the dust."