1 My spirit is broken,my days are cut short,the grave awaits me.
2 Surely mockers surround me;my eyes must dwell on their hostility.
3 ‘Give me, O God, the pledge you demand.Who else will put up security for me?
4 You have closed their minds to understanding;therefore you will not let them triumph.
5 If anyone denounces their friends for reward,the eyes of their children will fail.
6 ‘God has made me a byword to everyone,a man in whose face people spit.