MKJV(i)
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the desires of my heart.
12 They set night for day; the light is near in the face of darkness.
13 If I wait for the grave as my home, I have made my bed in the darkness;
14 I have said to corruption, You are my father; to the worm, My mother and my sister!
15 And where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?