1 My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.

2 [Are there] not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?

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

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

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

6 He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.

7 Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.

8 Upright [men] shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.

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

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

11 My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart

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

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

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

15 Where is then now mine hope? or who shal consider the thing, that I hoped for?

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