[11] My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart. [12] They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness. [13] If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness. [14] I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister. [15] And where is now my hope? who shall see [16] They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.