My breathis corrupt, my daysare extinct, the graves are ready for me. Are there notmockerswithme? and doth not mine eyecontinuein their provocation? Lay downnow, put me in a suretywiththee; who is he that will strikehandswith me? Forthou hast hidtheir heartfrom understanding: thereforeshalt thou notexalt them . He that speakethflatteryto his friends, even the eyesof his childrenshall fail. He hath mademe also a bywordof the people; and formerlyI wasas a tabret. Mine eyealso is dimby reason of sorrow, and allmy members are as a shadow. Upright men shall be astonishedatthis, and the innocentshall stir up himselfagainstthe hypocrite. The righteousalso shall holdon his way, and he that hath cleanhandsshall be stronger and stronger. Butas for you all, do ye return, and comenow: for I cannotfind one wise man among you. My daysare past, my purposesare broken off, even the thoughtsof my heart. They changethe nightinto day: the light is shortbecauseof darkness. IfI wait, the grave is mine house: I have mademy bedin the darkness. I have saidto corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister. And where is nowmy hope? as for my hope, whoshall seeit? They shall go downto the barsof the pit, when our resttogether is inthe dust.