1 "Mano kvėpavimas nusilpo, dienos trumpėja, kapai paruošti man.
2 Mane apspito išjuokėjai, mano akys pavargo bežiūrėdamos į juos.
3 Tu pats laiduok už mane, nes kas kitas paduos man ranką?
4 Tu paslėpei supratimą nuo jų širdžių, todėl jų neišaukštinsi.
5 Kas pataikauja savo draugams, to vaikai nesidžiaugs laimikiu.
6 Jis padarė mane priežodžiu žmonėms, visi spjaudo man į veidą.
7 Mano akys aptemo nuo sielvarto, mano kūnas kaip šešėlis.
8 Teisieji pasibaisės tuo, o nekaltieji pakils prieš veidmainius.
9 Teisusis laikysis savo kelio, o tas, kurio rankos švarios, stiprės ir stiprės.
10 Ateikite jūs visi dar kartą, nes tarp jūsų nerandu nė vieno išmintingo.
11 Mano dienos praėjo; sumanymai ir mano širdies siekiai sudužo.
12 Jie naktį padarė diena, tačiau trūksta šviesos tamsoje.
13 Ko gi aš dar laukiu? Mano namai yra kapas; aš savo guolį pasiklojau tamsoje.
14 Sugedimą aš vadinu tėvu, o kirmėlesmotina ir seserimi.
15 Kur yra mano viltis? Kas pamatys, kuo viliuosi?
16 Ji nueis su manimi į gelmes ir ilsėsis su manimi dulkėse".
1 "My spirit is consumed.
My days are extinct
and the grave is ready for me.
2 Surely there are mockers with me.
My eye dwells on their provocation.
3 "Now give a pledge. Be collateral for me with yourself.
Who is there who will strike hands with me?
4 For you have hidden their heart from understanding,
therefore you will not exalt them.
5 He who denounces his friends for plunder,
even the eyes of his children will fail.
6 "But he has made me a byword of the people.
They spit in my face.
7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow.
All my members are as a shadow.
8 Upright men will be astonished at this.
The innocent will stir himself up against the godless.
9 Yet the righteous will hold to his way.
He who has clean hands will grow stronger and stronger.
10 But as for you all, come back.
I will not find a wise man among you.
11 My days are past.
My plans are broken off,
as are the thoughts of my heart.
12 They change the night into day,
saying ‘The light is near’ in the presence of darkness.
13 If I look for Sheol as my house,
if I have spread my couch in the darkness,
14 if I have said to corruption, ‘You are my father,’
and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ and ‘My sister,’
15 where then is my hope?
As for my hope, who will see it?
16 Shall it go down with me to the gates of Sheol,
or descend together into the dust?"