11. My days have slipped by;my plans have been ruined,even the things dear to my heart.
12. They turned night into dayand made light seem near in the face of darkness.
13. If I await Sheol as my home,spread out my bed in darkness,
14. and say to corruption: You are my father,and to the maggot: My mother or my sister,
15. where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?
16. Will it go down to the gates of Sheol, or will we descend together to the dust?