I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain [it] not.

Weary I entreat; and what have I done? and strangers have stolen my goods.

Who is this? let him join hands with me.

For you have hid their heart from wisdom; therefore you shall not exalt them.

He shall promise mischief to [his] companions: but [their] eyes have failed for [their] children.

But you have made me a byword among the nations, and I am become a scorn to them.

For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.

Wonder has seized true men upon this; and let the just rise up against the transgressor.

But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage.

Howbeit, do you⌃ all strengthen [yourselves] and come now, for I do not find truth in you.

My days have passed in groaning, and my heart-strings are broken.

I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.

For if I remain, Hades is my habitation: and my bed has been made in darkness.

I have called upon death to be my father, and corruption [to be] my mother and sister.

Where then is yet my hope? or [where] shall I see my good?

Will they go down with me to Hades, or shall we go down together to the tomb?