11 My days have passed away; my thoughts have been scattered, tormenting my heart.
12 They have turned night into day, and I hope for light again after the darkness.
13 If I should wait, the underworld is my house, and in darkness I have spread out my bed.
14 I have said to decay and to worms: 'You are my father, my mother, and my sister.'
15 Therefore, where is my expectation now, and who is it that considers my patience?
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