10 “But come on, all of you, and try to prove me wrong. I don’t find any of you to be wise.
11 My life is passing away, and my plans are destroyed. My hope is gone.
12 Everything is confused— night is day, and evening comes when it should be dawn.
13 “I might hope for the grave to be my new home. I might hope to make my bed in the dark grave.
14 I might say to the grave, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worms, ‘my mother’ or ‘my sister.’
15 But you can’t really call that hope, can you? Does anyone see any hope for me?
16 Will hope go down with me to the place of death? Will we go down into the dirt together?”