- My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
- They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
- If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
- I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
- And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
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- My days have passed, my plans are shattered, and so are the desires of my heart.
- These men turn night into day; in the face of darkness they say, 'Light is near.'
- If the only home I hope for is the grave, if I spread out my bed in darkness,
- if I say to corruption, 'You are my father,' and to the worm, 'My mother' or 'My sister,'
- where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?
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