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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He hath made me also a by-word of the people; and in former time I was as a tabret.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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