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