1My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me. 2[Are there] not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation? 3Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who [is] he [that] will strike hands with me? 4For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt [them]. 5He that speaketh flattery to [his] friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail. 6He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret. 7Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe. 8Upright [men] shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite. 9The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger. 10But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find [one] wise [man] among you. 11My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart 12They change the night into day: the light [is] short because of darkness. 13If I wait, the grave [is] mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness. 14I have said to corruption, Thou [art] my father: to the worm, [Thou art] my mother, and my sister. 15Where is then now mine hope? or who shal consider the thing, that I hoped for? 16They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when [our] rest together [is] in the dust.