1 M y breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.

2 A re there not mockers around me? and doth mine eye abide in their provocation?

3 L ay down now, be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh hands with me?

4 F or thou hast hidden their heart from understanding; therefore thou wilt not exalt.

5 H e that betrayeth friends for a prey—even the eyes of his children shall fail.

6 A nd he hath made me a proverb of the peoples; and I am become one to be spit on in the face.

7 A nd mine eye is dim by reason of grief, and all my members are as a shadow.

8 U pright men astonished at this, and the innocent shall be stirred up against the ungodly;

9 B ut the righteous shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall increase in strength.

10 B ut as for you all, pray come on again; and I shall not find one wise man among you.

11 M y days are past, my purposes are broken off, the cherished thoughts of my heart.

12 T hey change the night into day; the light near in presence of the darkness.

13 I f I wait, Sheol is my house; I spread my bed in the darkness:

14 I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! to the worm, My mother, and my sister!

15 A nd where is then my hope? yea, my hope, who shall see it?

16 I t shall go down to the bars of Sheol, when rest shall be together in the dust.