1 My spirit is broken, my days finished,my burial at hand.
2 Surely mockers surround me,at their provocation, my eyes grow dim.
3 Put up a pledge for me with you:who is there to give surety for me?
4 You darken their minds to knowledge;therefore you will not exalt them.
5 For a share of property he informs on friends,while the eyes of his children grow dim.
6 I am made a byword of the people;I am one at whom people spit.