1
My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave awaits me.
2
Surely mockers surround me; my eyes must dwell on their hostility.
3
“Give me, O God, the pledge you demand. Who else will put up security for me?
4
You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore you will not let them triumph.
5
If anyone denounces their friends for reward, the eyes of their children will fail.
6
“God has made me a byword to everyone, a man in whose face people spit.
7
My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow.
8
The upright are appalled at this; the innocent are aroused against the ungodly.
9
Nevertheless, the righteous will hold to their ways, and those with clean hands will grow stronger.
10
“But come on, all of you, try again! I will not find a wise man among you.
11
My days have passed, my plans are shattered. Yet the desires of my heart