[1] My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready
for me. [2] Truly, those who make sport of me are round about me, and my
eyes become dark because of their bitter laughing. [3] Be pleased, now, to
be responsible for me to yourself; for there is no other who will put his
hand in mine. [4] You have kept their hearts from wisdom: for this cause
you will not give them honour. [5] As for him who is false to his friend
for a reward, light will be cut off from the eyes of his children. [6] He
has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their
sport. [7] My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is
wasted to a shade. [8] The upright are surprised at this, and he who has
done no wrong is troubled because of the evil-doers. [9] Still the upright
keeps on his way, and he who has clean hands gets new strength. [10] But
come back, now, all of you, come; and I will not see a wise man among you.
[11] My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my
heart. [12] They are changing night into day; they say, The light is near
the dark. [13] If I am waiting for the underworld as my house, if I have
made my bed in the dark; [14] If I say to the earth, You are my father; and
to the worm, My mother and my sister; [15] Where then is my hope? and who
will see my desire? [16] Will they go down with me into the underworld?
Will we go down together into the dust?