11 My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
12 Night for day they appoint, Light 'is' near because of darkness.
13 If I wait -- Sheol 'is' my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.
14 To corruption I have called: -- 'Thou 'art' my father.' 'My mother' and 'my sister' -- to the worm.
15 And where 'is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
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