9 The innocent clings to his way;the one whose hands are clean grows stronger.
10 But you can bring all of them again,and I won’t find a wise one among you.
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?