ISV(i)
11 My days are passed; my plans have been shattered; along with my heart’s desires.
12 They have transformed night into day— ‘The light,’ they say, ‘is about to become dark.’
13 “If my hope were that my house is the afterlife itself, if I were to make my bed in darkness,
14 if I call out to the Pit, ‘You’re my father!’ or say to the worm, ‘My mother!’ or ‘My sister!’
15 where would my hope be? “And speaking of my hope, who would notice it?
16 Will it go down to the bars that lock the doors of the afterlife? Will we descend together into the dust?”