1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready
2 Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in
5 He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his
6 He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are
8 Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall
9 The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean
10 But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts
12 They change the night into day: the light is short because of
13 If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the
14 I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou
15 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
16 They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest