17

1 My spirit is broken, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.

2 Surely there are mockers about me, and my eye dwells on their provocation.

3 "Lay down a pledge for me with thyself; who is there that will give surety for me?

4 Since thou hast closed their minds to understanding, therefore thou wilt not let them triumph.

5 He who informs against his friends to get a share of their property, the eyes of his children will fail.

6 "He has made me a byword of the peoples, and I am one before whom men spit.

7 My eye has grown dim from grief, and all my members are like a shadow.

8 Upright men are appalled at this, and the innocent stirs himself up against the godless.

9 Yet the righteous holds to his way, and he that has clean hands grows stronger and stronger.

10 But you, come on again, all of you, and I shall not find a wise man among you.

11 My days are past, my plans are broken off, the desires of my heart.

12 They make night into day; `he light,' they say, "is near to the darkness.'

13 If I look for Sheol as my house, if I spread my couch in darkness,

14 if I say to the pit, `You are my father,' and to the worm, `My mother,' or `My sister,'

15 where then is my hope? Who will see my hope?

16 Will it go down to the bars of Sheol? Shall we descend together into the dust?"