CAB(i)
11 My days have passed in groaning, and my heart strings are broken.
12 I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
13 For if I remain, Hades is my habitation: and my bed has been made in darkness.
14 I have called upon death to be my father, and corruption to be my mother and sister.
15 Where then is yet my hope? Or where shall I see my good?
16 Will they go down with me to Hades, or shall we go down together to the tomb?