1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct,
2Surely there are mockers with me,
3Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself; Who is there that will strike hands with me?
4For thou hast hid their heart from understanding:
5He that denounceth his friends for a prey,
6But he hath made me a byword of the people; And they spit in my face.
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow,
8Upright men shall be astonished at this,
9Yet shall the righteous hold on his way,
10But as for you all, come on now again; And I shall not find a wise man among you.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off,
12They change the night into day:
13If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness;
14If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; To the worm, [Thou art] my mother, and my sister;
15Where then is my hope?
16It shall go down to the bars of Sheol,