My spirit is broken, my days have faded away, and the grave is ready for me.

My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.

Surely mockers are with me, and my eye must dwell on their provocations.

Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?

Put me in your pledge, O God; who else will strike hands with me in agreement?

Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?

For you have closed their hearts to understanding; therefore, you will not exalt them.

For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.

He informs his friends for a portion, but the eyes of his children will fail.

He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.

He has made me a byword among the peoples, and I have become one at whom they spit.

He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.

My eyes have grown dim from grief, and all my limbs are like a shadow.

Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.

The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent one is stirred against the godless.

Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.

Yet the righteous hold to their way, and those with clean hands grow stronger.

The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.

But as for all of you, return and come now, for I do not find a wise man among you.

But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.

My days have passed, my plans are broken off, and the desires of my heart are gone.

My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.

They make night into day: ‘The light is near,’ they say, in the presence of darkness.

They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.

If I hope for Sheol as my home, and I make my bed in darkness,

If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.

and I call the pit my father, and the worm my mother and sister,

I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.

then where is my hope? And who can see any hope for me?

And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

Will they go down to the bars of Sheol? Shall we descend together into the dust?

They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.