LEB(i)
11 "My days are past; my plans are broken down— even the desires of my heart.
12 They make night into day, saying, 'Light is ⌊near to darkness⌋.'*
13 If I hope for Sheol as my house, if I spread my couch in the darkness,
14 if I call to the pit, 'You are my father,' to the maggot, 'You are my mother or* my sister,'
15 where* then is my hope? And ⌊who will see my hope⌋?*
16 Will they go down to the bars of Sheol? Or shall we descend together into the dust?"