my breath is corrupt my days are extinct the graves
are there not mockers with me and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation
lay down now put me in a surety with thee who is he that will strike hands
for thou hast hid their heart from understanding therefore shalt thou not exalt
he that speaketh flattery to his friends even the eyes of his children shall fail
he hath made me also a byword of the people and aforetime i was as a tabret
mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow and all my members are as a shadow
upright men shall be astonied at this and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite
the righteous also shall hold on his way and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger
but as for you all do ye return and come now for i cannot find one wise
my days are past my purposes are broken off even the thoughts of my heart
they change the night into day the light is short because of darkness
if i wait the grave is mine house i have made my bed in the darkness
i have said to corruption thou art my father to the worm thou art my mother and my sister
and where is now my hope as for my hope who shall see
they shall go down to the bars of the pit when our rest together is in the dust