Leeser(i)
11 My days are past, my resolves are broken off, even the thoughts—the possessions of my heart.
12 These would change the night into day, the light as near in the presence of darkness.—
13 When I hope for the nether world as my house; in the darkness have I spread my couch;
14 When I call to corruption, Thou art my father: Thou art my mother, and my sister, to the worms.
15 Ay, where is then my hope? as for my hope, who will see it fulfilled?
16 Let then my limbs sink down to the nether world: truly in the dust alone there is rest for all.