| NET Bible | Holman Christian Standard Bible |
| 1My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me. | 1My spirit is broken. My days are extinguished. A graveyard awaits me. |
| 2Surely mockery is with me; my eyes must dwell on their hostility. | 2Surely mockers surround me and my eyes must gaze at their rebellion. |
| 3Make then my pledge with you. Who else will put up security for me? | 3Make arrangements! Put up security for me. Who else will be my sponsor? |
| 4Because you have closed their minds to understanding, therefore you will not exalt them. | 4You have closed their minds to understanding, therefore You will not honor them. |
| 5If a man denounces his friends for personal gain, the eyes of his children will fail. | 5If a man informs on his friends for a price, the eyes of his children will fail. |
| 6He has made me a byword to people, I am the one in whose face they spit. | 6He has made me an object of scorn to the people; I have become a man people spit at. |
| 7My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow. | 7My eyes have grown dim from grief, and my whole body has become but a shadow. |
| 8Upright men are appalled at this; the innocent man is troubled with the godless. | 8The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent are roused against the godless. |
| 9But the righteous man holds to his way, and the one with clean hands grows stronger. | 9Yet the righteous person will hold to his way, and the one whose hands are clean will grow stronger. |
| 10"But turn, all of you, and come now! I will not find a wise man among you. | 10But come back and try again, all of you. I will not find a wise man among you. |
| 11My days have passed, my plans are shattered, even the desires of my heart. | 11My days have slipped by; my plans have been ruined, even the things dear to my heart. |
| 12These men change night into day; they say, 'The light is near in the face of darkness.' | 12They turned night into day and made light seem near in the face of darkness. |
| 13If I hope for the grave to be my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness, | 13If I await Sheol as my home, spread out my bed in darkness, |
| 14If I cry to corruption, 'You are my father,' and to the worm, 'My Mother,' or 'My sister,' | 14and say to corruption: You are my father, and to the maggot: My mother or my sister, |
| 15where then is my hope? And my hope, who sees it? | 15where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me? |
| 16Will it go down to the barred gates of death? Will we descend together into the dust?" | 16Will it go down to the gates of Sheol, or will we descend together to the dust? |
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