11 aMy days are past,
My purposes are broken off,
Even the
1 thoughts of my heart.
12 They change the night into day;
‘The light
is near,’
they say, in the face of darkness.
13 If I wait
for the grave
as my house,
If I make my bed in the darkness,
14 If I say to corruption, ‘You
are my father,’
And to the worm, ‘You
are my mother and my sister,’
15 Where then
is my
ahope?
As for my hope, who can see it?
16 Will they go down
ato the gates of Sheol?
Shall
we have brest together in the dust?”
New King James Version®, Copyright© 1982, Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved.
