My spirit1 is broken, my days are cut short,2 the grave awaits me.32
Surely mockers4 surround me;5 my eyes must dwell on their hostility.
"Give me, O God, the pledge you demand.6 Who else will put up security7 for me?84
You have closed their minds to understanding;9 therefore you will not let them triumph.
If people denounce their friends for reward,10 the eyes of their children will fail.116
"God has made me a byword12 to everyone,13 a man in whose face people spit.147
My eyes have grown dim with grief;15 my whole frame is but a shadow.168
The upright are appalled at this; the innocent are aroused17 against the ungodly.
Nevertheless, the righteous18 will hold to their ways, and those with clean hands19 will grow stronger.2010
"But come on, all of you, try again! I will not find a wise man among you.2111
My days have passed,22 my plans are shattered. Yet the desires of my heart2312
turn night into day;24 in the face of the darkness light is near.2513
If the only home I hope for is the grave,26 if I spread out my bed27 in the realm of darkness,2814
if I say to corruption,29 'You are my father,' and to the worm,30 'My mother' or 'My sister,'
where then is my hope--31 who can see any hope for me?3216
Will it go down to the gates of death?33 Will we descend together into the dust?"34