1 I perish, carried away by the wind, And I seek for burial, and obtain it not.10 Howbeit, do ye all strengthen yourselves and come now, For I do not find truth in you.11 My days have passed in groaning, And my heartstrings are broken.12 I have turned the night into day: The light is short because of darkness.13 For if I remain, Hades is my habitation: And my bed has been made in darkness.14 I have called upon death to be my father, And corruption to be my mother and sister.15 Where then is yet my hope? Or where shall I see my good?16 Will they go down with me to Hades, Or shall we go down together to the tomb?2 Weary I entreat; and what have I done? And strangers have stolen my goods.3 Who is this? let him join hands with me.4 For thou hast hidden their heart from wisdom; Therefore thou shalt not exalt them.5 He shall promise mischief to his companions: But their eyes have failed for their children.6 But thou hast made me a byword among the nations, And I am become a scorn to them.7 For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.8 Wonder has seized true men upon this; And let the just rise up against the transgressor.9 But let the faithful hold on his own way, And let him that is pure of hands take courage.