Thomson(i)
1 I am dying with a tortured spirit, and wishing for a burial, but do not obtain it.
2 I am supplicating in distress, yet what have I done? Strangers have stolen my substance; who is the man?
3 Let him be brought to trial with me.
4 Because thou hast hid their heart from understanding, thou shouldst not for this cause exalt them.
5 Shall he reckon misfortunes for his portion; and were his eyes melted for his children?
6 But thou hast made me a by-word among nations, and I am become a subject of laughter for them.
7 For mine eyes are dim with sorrow, and I am closely besieged by all.
8 At this the upright are astonished.
9 Now the righteous should prevail over the wicked: and he who is faithful should hold on his way: and he who hath clean hands should take courage.
10 On these maxims you all rely. But come now; for I do not find truth among you:
11 my days have passed in groans, and my very heart strings are broken.
12 I have put night for day. Is light near on account of darkness?
13 For though I have waited patiently, the mansion of the dead is to be my house, and my bed is made in darkness.
14 I have called on death to be my father; and on corruption to be my sister and mother.
15 Where then have I any ground of hope? Or shall I see those good things of mine?
16 Shall they go down with me to the mansion of the dead? Or shall we go together beneath the mound?