[1]I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain it not.[2]Weary I intreat; and what have I done? and strangers have stolen my goods.[3]Who is this? let him join hands with me.[4]For thou hast hid their heart from wisdom; therefore thou shalt not exalt them.[5]He shall promise mischief to his companions: but their eyes have failed for their children.[6]But thou has made me a byword amount the nations, and I am become a scorn to them.[7]For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.[8]Wonder has seized true men upon this; and let the just rise up against the transgressor.[9]But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage.[10] Howbeit, do ye all strengthen yourselves and come now, for I do not find truth in you.[11]My days have passed in groaning, and my heart-strings are broken.[12]I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.[13]For if I remain, Hades is my habitation: and my bed has been made in darkness.[14]I have called upon death to be my father, and corruption to be my mother and sister.[15]Where then is yet my hope? or where shall I see my good?[16]Will they go down with me to Hades, or shall we go down together to the tomb?
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Author: Sir Lancelot Charles Lee Brenton (1851)
Source: ecmarsh.com