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?" |