7 My eyes have grown dim with grief and all my limbs are like a shadow.
8 The upright are appalled at this; the innocent are stirred up against the ungodly.
9 But the righteous one holds to his way, and the one with clean hands grows stronger.
10 “But turn, all of you, come now! I will not find a wise man among you.
11 My days have passed, my plans are torn apart. Yet the desires of my heart
12 turn night into day; in the face of darkness light is near.
13 If I hope for Sheol as my home, if I make my bed in darkness,