1. My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.
2. Are there not mockers around me? and doth not mine eye abide in their provocation?
3. Lay down now a pledge, be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh hands with me?
4. For thou hast hidden their heart from understanding; therefore thou wilt not exalt them.
5. He that betrayeth friends for a prey--even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6. And he hath made me a proverb of the peoples; and I am become one to be spit on in the face.
7. And mine eye is dim by reason of grief, and all my members are as a shadow.