1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.
2 Are there not mockers around me? and doth [not] mine eye abide in their provocation?
3 Lay down now [a pledge], be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh hands with me?
4 For thou hast hidden their heart from understanding; therefore thou wilt not exalt [them].
5 He that betrayeth friends for a prey -- even the eyes of his children shall fail.
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