My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the graves are ready for me.
2Are not mockeries with me? Yea, my eye rests on 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 for a share informs against friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6He has made me also a byword of the peoples; and I am one in whose face they spit.
7My eye also is dim from grief; and all my members are like a shadow.
8Upright ones shall be amazed at this, and the innocent shall stir himself up against the ungodly.
9The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he who has clean hands adds strength.
10And now all of them, go back, and please come again; and I shall not find among you a wise man.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the desires of my heart.
12They set night for day; the light is near in the face 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 our descent together is in the dust.