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 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 thou hast hidden their heart from wisdom; 
Therefore thou shalt not exalt them. 
 5 He shall promise mischief to his companions: 
But their eyes have failed for their children. 
 6 But thou hast made me a byword among 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 ye all strengthen yourselves and come now, 
For I do not find truth in you. 
 11 My days have passed in groaning, 
And my heartstrings 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?