My breath is corrupt
, my days
are extinct
, the graves
are ready for me.
Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye
continue
in their provocation
?
Lay down now, put me in a surety
with thee; who is he that will strike
hands
with me?
For thou hast hid their heart
from understanding
: therefore shalt thou not exalt
them .
He that speaketh flattery
to his friends
, even the eyes
of his children
shall fail
.
He hath made me also a byword
of the people
; and aforetime
I was as a tabret
.
Mine eye also is dim
by reason of sorrow
, and all my members
are as a shadow
.
Upright men shall be astonied
at this, and the innocent
shall stir up
himself against the hypocrite
.
The righteous also shall hold
on his way
, and he that hath clean
hands
shall be
stronger and stronger
.
But as for you all, do ye return
, and come now
: for I cannot find
one wise
man among you.
My days are past
, my purposes
are broken off
, even the thoughts
of my heart
.
They change the night
into day
: the light
is short
because
of darkness
.
If I wait, the grave
is mine house
: I have made
my bed
in the darkness
.
I have said to corruption
, Thou art my father
: to the worm
, Thou art my mother
, and my sister
.
And where is now my hope
? as for my hope
, who shall see
it?
They shall go down to the bars
of the pit
, when our rest
together
is in the dust
.