 1 My spirit is broken. My days are ended. The graves are ready for me. 2 Are not mockeries with me? Yes, my eye rests on their insults. 3 Please lay down a pledge for me with yourself. Who is one who will strike hands with me? 4 For you have hid their heart from understanding. Therefore you will not lift them up. 5 Anyone who for a share informs against friends, even the eyes of his children will fail. 6 He has made me also a byword of the people. I am one in whose face they spit. 7 My eye also is dim from grief. All my members are like a shadow. 8 Upright ones will be amazed at this. The innocent will stir himself up against the ungodly. 9 The righteous also hold his way and one who has clean hands adds strength. 10 Now all of them go back and please come again. I will not find among you a wise man. 11 My days are past. My purposes are broken off. Even the desires of my heart are broken. 12 They set night for day. The light is near in the face of darkness. 13 If I wait for the grave as my home, I have made my bed in the darkness; 14 I have said to corruption, You are my father. To the worm, my mother and my sister. 15 Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who will see it? 16 They will go down to the bars of the pit, when our descent together is in the dust.
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