| 1 |
My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is `ready' for me. |
| 2 |
Surely there are mockers with me, And mine eye dwelleth upon their provocation. |
| 3 |
Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself; Who is there that will strike hands with me? |
| 4 |
For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: Therefore shalt thou not exalt `them'. |
| 5 |
He that denounceth his friends for a prey, Even the eyes of his children shall fail. |
| 6 |
But he hath made me a byword of the people; And they spit in my face. |
| 7 |
Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow. |
| 8 |
Upright men shall be astonished at this, And the innocent shall stir up himself against the godless. |
| 9 |
Yet shall the righteous hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands shall wax stronger and stronger. |
| 10 |
But as for you all, come on now again; And I shall not find a wise man among you. |
| 11 |
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart. |
| 12 |
They change the night into day: The light, `say they', is near unto the darkness. |
| 13 |
If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness; |
| 14 |
If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; To the worm, `Thou art' my mother, and my sister; |
| 15 |
Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it? |
| 16 |
It shall go down to the bars of Sheol, When once there is rest in the dust. |
