My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave awaits me.
Surely mockers surround me; my eyes must dwell on their hostility.
“Give me, O God, the pledge you demand. Who else will put up security for me?
You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore you will not let them triumph.
If anyone denounces their friends for reward, the eyes of their children will fail.
“God has made me a byword to everyone, a man in whose face people spit.