11 My days have passed;my goals are destroyed, my heart’s desires.
12 They turn night into day;light is near because of the darkness.
13 If I hope for the underworld as my dwelling,lay out my bed in darkness,
14 I’ve called corruption "my father,"the worm, "my mother and sister."
15 Where then is my hope?My hope—who can see it?
16 Will they go down with me to the underworld;will we descend together to the dust?