1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are
ready for me.
2 Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue
in their provocation?
3 Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that
will strike hands with me?
4 For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore
shalt thou not exalt them.
5 He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his
children shall fail.
6 He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I
was as a tabret.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members
are as a shadow.
8 Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall
stir up himself against the hypocrite.
9 The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath
clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
10 But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot
find one wise man among you.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the
thoughts of my heart.
12 They change the night into day: the light is short because of
darkness.
13 If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the
darkness.
14 I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm,
Thou art my mother, and my sister.
15 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
16 They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest
together is in the dust.
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