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1My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave awaits me.

1"My spirit is crushed, my days are over; it's the grave for me!

2Surely mockers surround me; my eyes must dwell on their hostility.

2Mockers surround me; I cannot stop staring at their hostility all through the night.

3"Give me, O God, the pledge you demand. Who else will put up security for me?

3Offer, then, some collateral on my behalf. Is there anyone who will be my guarantor?

4You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore you will not let them triumph.

4"Because you're the one who closed their hearts to compassion; therefore, you won't let them triumph.

5If anyone denounces their friends for reward, the eyes of their children will fail.

5Now as for the one who testifies against his friends to take their property, even the eyes of his children will fail.

6"God has made me a byword to everyone, a man in whose face people spit.

6"He has made me a byword among people; I'm being spit on in the face.

7My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow.

7My eyes have grown weak from grief; and my whole body is as thin as a shadow.

8The upright are appalled at this; the innocent are aroused against the ungodly.

8The upright are appalled over this, and the innocent person is troubled by the godless.

9Nevertheless, the righteous will hold to their ways, and those with clean hands will grow stronger.

9But the righteous person will hold to his way, and those with clean hands will grow stronger and stronger."

10"But come on, all of you, try again! I will not find a wise man among you.

10"Come here now, all of you, and I won't find a wise person among you.

11My days have passed, my plans are shattered. Yet the desires of my heart

11My days are passed; my plans have been shattered; along with my heart's desires.

12turn night into day; in the face of the darkness light is near.

12They have transformed night into day— 'The light,' they say, 'is about to become dark.'

13If the only home I hope for is the grave, if I spread out my bed in the realm of darkness,

13"If my hope were that my house is the afterlife itself, if I were to make my bed in darkness,

14if I say to corruption, 'You are my father,' and to the worm, 'My mother' or 'My sister,'

14if I call out to the Pit, 'You're my father!' or say to the worm, 'My mother!' or 'My sister!'

15where then is my hope-- who can see any hope for me?

15where would my hope be? "And speaking of my hope, who would notice it?

16Will it go down to the gates of death? Will we descend together into the dust?"

16Will it go down to the bars that lock the doors of the afterlife? Will we descend together into the dust?"