My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves [are] for me.
If not -- mockeries [are] with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.
Place, I pray Thee, my pledge with Thee; Who is he that striketh hand with me?
For their heart Thou hast hidden From understanding, Therefore Thou dost not exalt them.
For a portion he sheweth friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.
And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.