VIN(i)
11 My days have passed; my plans are broken off, the desires of my heart.
12 They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.
13 If I wait for Sheol as my house, I have spread out my bed in the darkness;
14 if I have said to corruption, 'You are my father;' to the worm, 'My mother,' and 'My sister,'
15 "Where is my hope? Can you see any hope left in me?
16 Will they go down to the bars of Sheol? Or shall we descend together into the dust?"