Job 17:11-16

11My days have passed, my plans are shattered. Yet the desires of my heart

12turn night into day; in the face of the darkness light is near.

13If the only home I hope for is the grave, if I spread out my bed in the realm of darkness,

14if I say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother’ or ‘My sister,’

15where then is my hope— who can see any hope for me? 16Will it go down to the gates of death? Will we descend together into the dust?”