2 Now there are only mockers with me, upon whose bitterness my eye continues to gaze.
3 Put up now, give me surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?
4 For with these, thou hast hid their heart from understanding; therefore, thou shalt not exalt them.
5 He that speaks flattery to his neighbour, even the eyes of his sons shall fail.
6 He has made me a byword of the peoples; and before them I have been as a tambourine.
7 My eyes are dim by reason of sorrow, and all my thoughts are as a shadow.
8 Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
9 The righteous shall hold on to his way, and he that has clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
10 ¶ But return all of you, and come now; for I shall not find one that is wise among you.
11 My days are past, my thoughts were broken off, even the purposes of my heart.
12 They changed the night into day; the light is short because of the darkness.
13 If I wait, Sheol is my house; I have made my bed in the darkness.
14 I have said to the pit, Thou art my father; to the worms, my mother, and my sister.
15 And where shall my hope be now? As for my hope, who shall see it?
16 They shall go down to the bars of Sheol, and together they shall rest in the dust.