1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished--graves [are] for me.
2If not--mockeries [are] with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.
3Place, I pray Thee, my pledge with Thee; Who is he that striketh hand with me?
4For their heart Thou hast hidden From understanding, Therefore Thou dost not exalt them.
5For a portion he sheweth friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.
6And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
7And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
8Astonished are the upright at this, And the innocent against the profane Stirreth himself up.
9And the righteous layeth hold [on] his way, And the clean of hands addeth strength, And- -dumb are they all.
10Return, and come in, I pray you, And I find not among you a wise man.
11My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
12Night for day they appoint, Light [is] near because of darkness.
13If I wait--Sheol [is] my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.
14To corruption I have called: --`Thou [art] my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' --to the worm.
15And where [is] now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
16[To] the parts of Sheol ye go down, If together on the dust we may rest.