1 “My spirit is broken, my days are extinguished,
The grave is ready for me.
And my eye gazes on their provocation.
Who is there that will be my guarantor?
Therefore You will not exalt them.
The eyes of his children also will languish.
And I am one at whom men spit.
And all my members are as a shadow.
And the innocent will stir up himself against the godless.
And he who has clean hands will grow stronger and stronger.
For I do not find a wise man among you.
Even the wishes of my heart.
The light is near,’ in the presence of darkness.
I make my bed in the darkness;
To the worm, my mother and my sister’;
And who regards my hope?
Shall we together go down into the dust?”