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22 A few more years will come.
Then I will go the way of no return.

17 My spirit is broken.
My days are snuffed out.
The tomb is waiting for me.
Surely mockery closes in on me.
My eyes must live with my enemies’ bitter contempt.

Please pay for me the deposit that you require from me.
Indeed, who else could guarantee this payment for me?

You have hidden understanding from their hearts.
Therefore, you will not let them win.
If someone denounces friends for a payoff,
his children’s eyes will fail.

He has made me a laughingstock among the people.
They spit in my face.
My vision is blurry from grief.
I am just a shadow of myself.
The upright are appalled at this,
and the innocent are aroused against the godless.
In spite of it all, the righteous hold tight to their ways,
and everyone with clean hands grows stronger.