1 My spirit is broken,my days extinguished,the grave, mine.
2 Surely mockers are with me,and my eye looks on their rebellion.
3 Take my guarantee.Who else is willing to make an agreement?
4 You’ve closed their mind to insight;therefore, you won’t be exalted.
5 He denounces his friends for gain,and his children’s eyes fail.
6 He makes me a popular proverb;I’m like spit in people’s faces.
7 My eye is weak from grief;my limbs like a shadow—all of them.