1My spirit (ruach) is broken, my days are extinguished, the graves are mine.
2Surely mockeries are with me, and on their provocation my eye dwells.
3Lay down now, be my surety with Yourself; who is he that will strike his hand with mine?
4For their heart You have hidden from understanding; therefore You will not exalt them.
5He who denounces friends for a portion — even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6And He has set me up for a byword of peoples, and I have become one spat upon to the face.
7And my eye is dim from vexation, and all my limbs are like a shadow.
8Upright men are appalled at this, and the innocent rouses himself against the profane.
9And the righteous holds to his way, and one clean of hands adds strength.
10But all of you, return now and come; and I shall not find among you a wise man.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the possessions of my heart.
12Night for day they set; light is near in the face of darkness.
13If I wait — Sheol is my house; in the darkness I have spread my couch.
14To the pit I have called, 'You are my father'; to the worm, 'My mother and my sister.'
15Then where is my hope? And my hope — who shall see it?
16To the bars of Sheol they shall go down, when together upon the dust (aphar) is rest.