ECB(i)
1 My spirit is despoiled; my days extinct; the tombs are for me.
2 If not, mockeries are with me and my eye is stayed in their rebelling?
3 I beseech, Set my pledge with you. Who is he who claps hands with me?
4 For you hide their heart from comprehension; so you exalt them not.
5 He who tells his friends - smoothing it over, even the eyes of his children are finished off.
6 and he sets me - a proverb of the people; at whose face I am as spit;
7 and my eye is dim of vexation and all my forms as a shadow;
8 the straight astonish at this and the innocent waken against the profaner;
9 and the just holds his way; and in strengthening, he who has pure hands, strengthens.
10 But as for you all, return and come, I beseech; for I find none wise among you.
11 My days pass my intrigues are torn - the possessions of my heart.
12 They set the night into day; the light is near the face of the darkness.
13 If I await, sheol is my house; I spread my bed in the darkness.
14 I call out to the pit of ruin, My father; to the maggot, My mother! My sister!
15 And where is my hope now? As for my hope, who observes?
16 They descend to the veins of sheol, we rest together in the dust.