JuliaSmith(i)
11 My days passed away, my purposes were broken; the possessions of my heart
12 They will set the night for day: the light being near from the face of darkness.
13 If I shall wait, hades is my house: in darkness I spread my bed.
14 I called to the pit: Grave, thou my father: and to the worm, My mother, and my sister.
15 And where now my hope? and my hope who shall regard it?