Job

¹ my days are cut short, the grave awaits me.

² my eyes must dwell on their hostility.

³ Who else will put up security for me?

⁴ therefore you will not let them triumph.

⁵ the eyes of his children will fail.

⁶ a man in whose face people spit.

⁷ my whole frame is but a shadow.

⁸ the innocent are aroused against the ungodly.

⁹ and those with clean hands will grow stronger.

¹⁰ I will not find a wise man among you.

¹¹ and so are the desires of my heart.

¹² in the face of darkness they say, ‘Light is near.’

¹³ if I spread out my bed in darkness,

¹⁴ and to the worm, ‘My mother’ or ‘My sister,’

¹⁵ Who can see any hope for me?

¹⁶ Will we descend together into the dust?”