1 MY spirit is weary, my days are extinct; the grave is ready for me,

2 For there is no falsehood in me, and yet my spirit dwells in their bitterness.

3 Make me, I pray thee, a hostage with thee; then I will surrender myself.

4 For thou hast hid their heart from understanding; therefore they shall exalt themselves in their deception.

5 When a friend behaves insolently toward his friend, even the eyes of his children shall fail.

6 He has granted power to the nations; I shall be derided before them.

7 My eye is dim because of anger, and all my senses are like a shadow.

8 Upright men shall be amazed at this, and the innocent shall stir himself up against the guilty.

9 The righteous also shall hold to his way, and he that has clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.

10 But as for you all, you are hypocritical, and yet you return and come to me; but I cannot find a wise man among you.

11 O you time wasters! Dawdlers! Who think about nothing! O you destroyers of the hearts of the people!

12 You change the night into day; and you bring forth the light before the darkness is over.

13 If I wait, Sheol is my house; I have made my bed in the darkness.

14 I have said to corruption, You are my father; to the worm, You are my mother and my sister.

15 Where is now my hope and my trust? As for my hope, who shall find it?

16 They shall go down to the bottom of Sheol; they shall descend together into the dust.