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17 “My very spirit* has been broken,+ my own days have been extinguished;The graveyard is for me.+ 2 Certainly there is mockery at me,+And amid their rebellious behavior my eye lodges. 3 Please, do put my security with yourself.+Who else is there that will shake hands+ with me in pledge? 4 For their heart you have closed to discretion.+That is why you do not exalt them. 5 He may tell companions to take their shares,But the very eyes of his sons will fail.+ 6 And he has set me forth as a proverbial saying+ of peoples,So that I become someone into whose face to spit.+ 7 And from vexation my eye grows dimmer+And my members are all of them like the shadow. 8 Upright people stare in amazement at this,And even the innocent one gets excited over the apostate. 9 The righteous one keeps holding fast to his way,+And the one with clean hands+ keeps increasing in strength.+ 10 However, YOU men may all of YOU resume. So come on, please,As I do not find anyone wise among YOU.+ 11 My own days have passed along,+ my own plans have been torn apart,+The wishes of my heart. 12 Night they keep putting for day:+‘Light is near on account of darkness.’ 13 If I keep waiting, Sheʹol is my house;+In the darkness+ I shall have to spread out my lounge. 14 To the pit+ I shall have to call out, ‘You are my father!’To the maggot,+ ‘My mother and my sister!’ 15 So where, then, is my hope?+And my hope—who is it that beholds it? 16 To the bars of Sheʹol* they* will go down,When we, all together, must descend to the very dust.”+