My spirit is broken, my days are extinct,{HR}For me the graves!
Truly mockeries [are] with me,{HR}And mine eye dwelleth on their contention.
Deposit, I pray thee, be surety for me with thyself:{HR}Who else would strike hands with me?
For their heart thou hast hid to understanding,{HR}Therefore thou wilt not exalt [them].
He that delivereth friends for a spoil,{HR}The eyes of his children shall waste away.
And he hath set me as a bye-word of people,{HR}And I am one to be spit on in the face.
Mine eye also is dim with sorrow,{HR}And all my frame a shadow.
Upright [men] will be amazed at this,{HR}And the guiltless stirred up against the ungodly.
But the righteous shall hold on his way,{HR}And the clean of hands increase in strength.
But as for you all, return now, and come on;{HR}Yet I find not a wise one among you.
My days are gone, my plans are broken —{HR}The possessions of my heart.
Night they put for day, light near,{HR}Out of the face of darkness!
If I wait, Sheol [is] my house,{HR}I have spread my bed in the darkness,
To corruption I have cried, Thou [art] my father,{HR}To the worm, my mother and my sister.
Where then now [is] my hope?{HR}Yea, my hope, who beholdeth it?
To the bars of Sheol it goeth down,{HR}When at the same time [is] rest on the dust.