YLT(i)
13 If I wait—Sheol is my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.
14 To corruption I have called: —`Thou art my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' —to the worm.
15 And where is now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
16 To the parts of Sheol ye go down, If together on the dust we may rest.