1 “My spirit is broken, my days have cut short, the graveyard awaits me.
2 Surely mockers are with me, my eyes must gaze on their hostility.
3 “Make then a pledge for me with You. Who else would strike hands with me?
4 Because You have closed their heart to understanding, therefore You will not exalt them.
5 If anyone denounces his friends for profit the eyes of his children will fail.
6 He has made me a byword to people, I am the one in whose face people spit.
7 My eyes have grown dim with grief and all my limbs are like a shadow.