17:1  My spirit is broken, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.

17:2  Surely there are mockers about me, and my eye dwells on their provocation.

17:3  "Lay down a pledge for me with thyself; who is there that will give surety for me?

17:4  Since thou hast closed their minds to understanding, therefore thou wilt not let them triumph.

17:5  He who informs against his friends to get a share of their property, the eyes of his children will fail.

17:6  "He has made me a byword of the peoples, and I am one before whom men spit.

17:7  My eye has grown dim from grief, and all my members are like a shadow.

17:8  Upright men are appalled at this, and the innocent stirs himself up against the godless.

17:9  Yet the righteous holds to his way, and he that has clean hands grows stronger and stronger.

17:10  But you, come on again, all of you, and I shall not find a wise man among you.

17:11  My days are past, my plans are broken off, the desires of my heart.

17:12  They make night into day; 'The light,' they say, 'is near to the darkness.'

17:13  If I look for Sheol as my house, if I spread my couch in darkness,

17:14  if I say to the pit, 'You are my father,' and to the worm, 'My mother,' or 'My sister,'

17:15  where then is my hope? Who will see my hope?

17:16  Will it go down to the bars of Sheol? Shall we descend together into the dust?"