MSTC(i)
11 My days are past, my thoughts are vanished away, which have vexed my heart,
12 changing the night into day, and the light into darkness.
13 Though I tarry never so much, yet the grave is my house, and I must make my bed in the dark.
14 I call corruption my father, and the worms call I my mother and my sister.
15 What helpeth then my long tarrying? Or, who will fulfill the thing that I look for?
16 All that I have, shall go down into the pit, and lie with me in the dust."