¹“My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.

¹Brudt er min Ånd, mine Dage slukt, og Gravene venter mig;

²Surely there are mockers with me. My eye dwells on their provocation.

²visselig, Spot er min Del, og bittert er, hvad mit Øje må skue.

³“Now give a pledge, be collateral for me with yourself. Who is there who will strike hands with me?

³Stil Sikkerhed for mig hos dig! Hvem anden giver mig Håndslag?

⁴For you have hidden their heart from understanding, Therefore you shall not exalt them.

⁴Thi du lukked deres Hjerte for Indsigt, derfor vil du ikke ophøje dem;

⁵He who denounces his friends for a prey, Even the eyes of his children shall fail.

⁵den, der forråder Venner til Plyndring, hans Sønners Øjne hentæres.

⁶“But he has made me a byword of the people. They spit in my face.

⁶Til Mundheld har du gjort mig for Folk, jeg er blevet et Jærtegn for dem;

⁷My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.

⁷mit Øje er sløvet af Kvide, som Skygger er mine Lemmer til Hobe;

⁸Upright men shall be astonished at this. The innocent shall stir up himself against the godless.

⁸retsindige stivner af Rædsel ved sligt, over vanhellig harmes den skyldfri,

⁹Yet shall the righteous hold on his way. He who has clean hands shall grow stronger and stronger.

⁹men den retfærdige holder sin Vej, en renhåndet vokser i Kraft.

¹⁰But as for you all, come on now again; I shall not find a wise man among you.

¹⁰Men I, mød kun alle frem igen, en Vismand fnder jeg ikke iblandt jer!

¹¹My days are past, my plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.

¹¹Mine Dage stunder mod Døden, brudt er mit Hjertes Ønsker;

¹²They change the night into day, saying ‘The light is near’ in the presence of darkness.

¹²Natten gør jeg til Dag, Lyset for mig er Mørke;

¹³If I look for Sheol Sheol is the place of the dead. as my house, if I have spread my couch in the darkness,

¹³vil jeg håbe, får jeg dog Bolig i Døden, jeg reder i Mørket mit Leje,

¹⁴If I have said to corruption, ‘You are my father;’ to the worm, ‘My mother,’ and ‘my sister;’

¹⁴Graven kalder jeg Fader, Forrådnelsen Moder og Søster.

¹⁵where then is my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

¹⁵Hvor er da vel mit Håb, og hvo kan øjne min Lykke?

¹⁶Shall it go down with me to the gates of Sheol Sheol is the place of the dead. , or descend together into the dust?”

¹⁶Mon de vil følge mig ned i Dødsriget, skal sammen vi synke i Støvet?