But come again all of you now,
For I do not find a wise man among you. 11
My days are past; my plans are torn apart,
Even the wishes of my heart. 12
They make night into day, saying,
‘The light is near,’ in the presence of darkness. 13
If I hope for Sheol as my home,
I make my bed in the darkness; 14
If I call to the pit, ‘You are my father’;
To the worm, ‘my mother and my sister’; 15
Where now is my hope?
And who beholds my hope? 16
Will it go down with me to Sheol?
Shall we together go down into the dust?”