[1]My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.[2]Are there not mockers with me? and doth not my eye continue in their provocation?[3]Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?[4]For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.[5]He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.[6]He hath made me also a by-word of the people; and in former time I was as a tabret.[7]My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shade.[8]Upright men shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.[9]The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.[10]But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one 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 is short because of darkness.[13]If I wait, the grave is my house: I have made my bed in the darkness.[14]I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.[15]And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who will see it?[16]They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.