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.