Geneva(i)
11 My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
12 Haue changed the nyght for the day, and the light that approched, for darkenesse.
13 Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shall make my bed in the darke.
14 I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister.
15 Where is then now mine hope? or who shall consider the thing, that I hoped for?