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?
16 'To' the parts of Sheol ye go down, If together on the dust we may rest.
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