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[1] I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain it not.
[2] Weary I intreat; 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 hid 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 has made me a byword amount 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 heart-strings 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?
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