Job 17:11-16

My days are gone, and my plans have been destroyed, along with the desires of my heart. These men think night is day; when it is dark, they say, ‘Light is near.’ If the only home I hope for is the grave, if I spread out my bed in darkness, if I say to the grave, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘You are my mother’ or ‘You are my sister,’ where, then, is my hope? Who can see any hope for me? Will hope go down to the gates of death? Will we go down together into the dust?”