Job

¹ “My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; The grave is ready for me.

² And my eye gazes on their provocation.

³ Who is there that will clap my hand in pledge?

⁴ Therefore You will not exalt them.

⁵ The eyes of his children also will come to an end.

⁶ And I am one at whom men spit.

⁷ And all my members are as a shadow.

⁸ And the innocent will stir up himself against the godless.

⁹ And he who has clean hands will grow mightier and mightier.

¹⁰ For I do not find a wise man among you.

¹¹ Even the wishes of my heart.

¹² ‘The light is near,’ in the presence of darkness.

¹³ I make my bed in the darkness;

¹⁴ To the worm, ‘my mother and my sister’;

¹⁵ And who beholds my hope?

¹⁶ Shall we together go down into the dust?”