11 My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
12 They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.
13 If I wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in darkness.
14 If I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.
15 Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?
16 All that I have shall go down into the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there at least I shall have rest?