1 My breath is corrupt, my dayes are extinct, the graues are ready for me.
2 Are there not mockers with mee? and doeth not mine eye continue in their prouocation?
3 Lay downe now, put me in a suretie with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?
4 For thou hast hid their heart from vnderstanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.
5 Hee that speaketh flattery to his friends, euen the eyes of his children shall faile.
6 He hath made me also a by-word of the people, and afore time I was as a tabret.
7 Mine eye also is dimme by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
8 Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stirre vp himselfe against the hypocrite.
9 The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath cleane hands shalbe stronger, and stronger.
10 But as for you all, doe you returne, and come now, for I cannot find one wise man among you.
11 My dayes are past, my purposes are broken off, euen the thoughts of my heart:
12 They change the night into day: the light is short, because of darknes.
13 If I waite, the graue is mine house: I haue made my bedde in the darknesse.
14 I haue said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worme, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
15 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
16 They shall goe downe to the barres of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.