CLV(i)
1 My spirit is devitalized; My days are extinct; The tombs are ready for me.
2 Assuredly, captious men are all around me, And my eye lodges all night upon their bitterness.
3 Lay down, I pray, surety for me with Yourself; Who is he that would clasp my hand in pledge?
4 For You have secluded their heart from intelligence; Therefore, You shall not exalt them.
5 Such a one is telling his associates to share a portion with him, While the eyes of his own sons are failing.
6 And he has put me down as a proverb to the people, So that I become one spit at to the face.
7 My eye grows dim from vexation, And my members, all of them, are like a shadow.
8 Upright men are appalled at this, And the innocent man rouses himself against the polluted,
9 But the righteous one holds to his way, And the one of clean hands continues in resoluteness.
10 Howbeit, all of you, come forward again, I pray; Though I shall not find a wise man among you.
11 My days have passed; My plans are pulled apart, Even the proposal of my heart.
12 They convert night into day, Making light seem near in the face of darkness.
13 Since I expect the unseen as my house, I will strew out my berth in darkness;"
14 I will call out to the grave, My father are you, To the worm, My mother and my sister.
15 Where indeed is my expectation? And my good hope, who shall regard it?
16 Shall they descend by my side to the unseen, Or will our rest be together in the soil?