1 [“] My spirit is destroyed, my days are extinguished—graves are for me.10 But all of them, you⁺ should return and come in, please! And I shall not find a wise one among you⁺.11 My days have passed by, my plans are pulled out—the possessions of my heart.12 They set the night into day: ‘Light [is] near in the face of darkness.’13 If I await Sheol [as] my house, [if] in the darkness I spread out my bed,14 [if] to the Pit I call out, ‘You are My father,’ or to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister’—15 where, then, [is] my hope? And my hope, who can see it?16 Will [it] go down into the hands of Sheol, if we may rest together upon the dust?”2 If not, mockers [are] with me, and in their provocation my eye lodges.3 Place, please, my pledge with You; who [is] he who will strike himself to my hand?4 For You have hidden their heart from understanding, [and] upon thus You will not exalt [them].5 He reports [his] friends for a portion, and the eyes of his sons are consumed.6 And He has made me a byword among the peoples, and a spitting in the face I have become.7 And my eye is dim from sorrow, and my members [are] like a shadow, all of them.8 The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent rouses himself against the godless.9 Yet the righteous shall hold to his way, and the one clean of hands shall add strength.