[1]My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.[2]Are there not mockers around me? and doth [not] mine eye abide in their provocation?[3]Lay down now [a pledge], be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh hands with me?[4]For thou hast hidden their heart from understanding; therefore thou wilt not exalt [them].[5]He that betrayeth friends for a prey -- even the eyes of his children shall fail.[6]And he hath made me a proverb of the peoples; and I am become one to be spit on in the face.[7]And mine eye is dim by reason of grief, and all my members are as a shadow.[8]Upright men [shall be] astonished at this, and the innocent shall be stirred up against the ungodly;[9]But the righteous shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall increase in strength.[10]But as for you all, pray come on again; and I shall not find one wise man among you.[11]My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the cherished thoughts of my heart.[12]They change the night into day; the light [they imagine] near in presence of the darkness.[13]If I wait, Sheol is my house; I spread my bed in the darkness:[14]I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! to the worm, My mother, and my sister![15]And where is then my hope? yea, my hope, who shall see it?[16]It shall go down to the bars of Sheol, when [our] rest shall be together in the dust.