1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.2 Are there not mockers around me? and doth {not} mine eye abide in their provocation?3 Lay down now {a pledge}, be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh hands with me?4 For thou hast hidden their heart from understanding; therefore thou wilt not exalt {them}.5 He that betrayeth friends for a prey-even the eyes of his children shall fail.6 And he hath made me a proverb of the peoples; and I am become one to be spit on in the face.7 And mine eye is dim by reason of grief, and all my members are as a shadow.8 Upright men {shall be} astonished at this, and the innocent shall be stirred up against the ungodly;9 But the righteous shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall increase in strength.10 But as for you all, pray come on again; and I shall not find one wise man among you.11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the cherished thoughts of my heart.12 They change the night into day; the light {they imagine} near in presence of the darkness.13 If I wait, Sheol is my house; I spread my bed in the darkness:14 I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! to the worm, My mother, and my sister!15 And where is then my hope? yea, my hope, who shall see it?16 It shall go down to the bars of Sheol, when {our} rest shall be together in the dust.

1 My gees is verward, my dae is uitgeblus, die graf wag op my.2 Waarlik, bespottinge is my deel, en op hulle getwis moet my oog rus.3 Gee tog 'n pand, staan borg vir my by U; wie anders sal vir my borgskap verleen?4 Want U het hulle hart gesluit vir verstand; daarom sal U hulle nie laat triomfeer nie.5 Hy wat vriende aanklaag vir 'n buitaandeel -- die oë van sy kinders sal versmag.6 Maar Hy het my 'n spreekwoord vir die mense gemaak, en ek moet iemand wees wat hulle in die gesig spuug.7 Daarom het my oog dof geword van verdriet, en al my lede is soos 'n skaduwee.8 Die opregtes is daaroor ontsteld, en die onskuldige kom teen die goddelose in opstand.9 Nogtans hou die regverdige vas aan sy weg, en die wat rein van hande is, neem toe in krag.10 Maar, kom maar altyd weer aan, julle almal! 'n Wyse vind ek onder julle tog nie.11 My dae is verby, my planne tot niet, die wense van my hart.12 Van die nag maak hulle 'n dag; lig, sê hulle, is naby vanweë die duisternis.13 As ek hoop op die doderyk as my huis; in die duisternis my bed uitsprei,14 die grafkuil toeroep: My vader is jy; die wurms: My moeder en my suster,15 waar is dan my verwagting? Ja, my verwagting, wie ontdek dit?16 Na die grendels van die doderyk sal dit neerdaal, wanneer daar tegelykertyd rus is in die stof.