1 I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain it not. 2 Weary I entreat; and what have I done? and strangers have stolen my goods. 3 Who is this? let him join hands with me. 4 For you have hid their heart from wisdom; therefore you shall not exalt them. 5 He shall promise mischief to his companions: but their eyes have failed for their children. 6 But you have made me a byword amount the nations, and I am become a scorn to them. 7 For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all. 8 Wonder has seized true men upon this; and let the just rise up against the transgressor. 9 But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage. 10 Howbeit, do you° all strengthen yourselves and come now, for I do not find truth in you. 11 My days have passed in groaning, and my heart-strings are broken. 12 I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of darkness. 13 For if I remain, Hades is my habitation: and my bed has been made in darkness. 14 I have called upon death to be my father, and corruption to be my mother and sister. 15 Where then is yet my hope? or where shall I see my good? 16 Will they go down with me to Hades, or shall we go down together to the tomb?