LEB(i)
1 "My spirit is pulled down; my days are extinguished; the graveyard is for me.
2 ⌊Surely⌋* mockery is with me, and my eye ⌊rests⌋* on their provocation.
3 Please lay down a pledge for me with yourself; who is he who will give security for my hand?*
4 Indeed,* you have closed their mind from understanding; therefore, you will not let them triumph.
5 He denounces friends for reward, so* his children's eyes will fail.
6 "And he has made me a proverb for* the peoples, ⌊and I am one before whom people spit⌋.*
7 And my eye has grown dim from grief, and the limbs of my body are all* like a shadow.
8 The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent excites himself over the godless.
9 But* the righteous holds on to his way, and ⌊he who has clean hands⌋* increases in strength.
10 But* ⌊all of you must return⌋*—⌊please come⌋!* But* I shall not find a wise person among you.
11 "My days are past; my plans are broken down— even the desires of my heart.
12 They make night into day, saying, 'Light is ⌊near to darkness⌋.'*
13 If I hope for Sheol as my house, if I spread my couch in the darkness,
14 if I call to the pit, 'You are my father,' to the maggot, 'You are my mother or* my sister,'
15 where* then is my hope? And ⌊who will see my hope⌋?*
16 Will they go down to the bars of Sheol? Or shall we descend together into the dust?"