¹ My spirit, is broken, My days, are extinguished, Graves, are left me. ² Verily there are mockers, with me! And, on their insults, mine eye doth rest.

³ Appoint it, I pray thee - be thou surety for me with thyself, Who is there that, on my side, can pledge himself? ⁴ For, their heart, hast thou kept back from understanding, On this account, thou wilt not exalt them. ⁵ He that, for a share, denounceth friends, even, the eyes of his children, shall be dim.

⁶ But he hath set me, as the byword of peoples, And, one to be spit on in the face, do I become. ⁷ Therefore hath mine eye become dim from vexation, and, my members, are like a shadow, all of them. ⁸ Upright men shall be astounded over this, and, the innocent, against the impious, shall rouse themselves. ⁹ That the righteous may hold on his way, and, the clean of hands, increase in strength. ¹⁰ But indeed, as for them all, will ye bethink yourselves and enter into it, I pray you? Or shall I not find, among you, one who is wise?

¹¹ My days, are past, my purposes, are broken off, the possessions of my heart! ¹² Night for day, they appoint, Light, is near, by reason of darkness! ¹³ If I wait for hades as my house, in darkness, have spread out my couch; ¹⁴ To corruption, have exclaimed, My father, thou! My mother! and My sister! to the worm. ¹⁵ Where then would be my hope? And, as for my blessedness, who should see it! ¹⁶ With me to hades, would they go down, If, wholly - into the dust, is the descent!