¹ My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave awaits me. ² Surely mockers surround me; my eyes must dwell on their hostility. ³ “Give me, O God, the pledge you demand. Who else will put up security for me? ⁴ You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore you will not let them triumph. ⁵ If anyone denounces their friends for reward, the eyes of their children will fail. ⁶ “God has made me a byword to everyone, a man in whose face people spit. ⁷ My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow. ⁸ The upright are appalled at this; the innocent are aroused against the ungodly.