11 My days pass by, my plans are at an end,the yearning of my heart.
12 They would change the night into day;where there is darkness they talk of approaching light.
13 If my only hope is dwelling in Sheol,and spreading my couch in darkness,
14 If I am to say to the pit, “You are my father,”and to the worm “my mother,” “my sister,”
15 Where then is my hope,my happiness, who can see it?
16 Will they descend with me into Sheol?Shall we go down together into the dust?