1 “My spirit is broken,
My days are extinguished,
The grave is ready for me.
And does not my eye [a]dwell on their provocation?
Who is he who will shake hands with me?
Therefore You will not exalt them.
Even the eyes of his children will fail.
And I have become one in whose face men spit.
And all my members are like shadows.
And the innocent stirs himself up against the hypocrite.
And he who has clean hands will be stronger and stronger.
For I shall not find one wise man among you.
My purposes are broken off,
Even the [c]thoughts of my heart.
‘The light is near,’ they say, in the face of darkness.
If I make my bed in the darkness,
And to the worm, ‘You are my mother and my sister,’
As for my hope, who can see it?
Shall we have rest together in the dust?”