YLT(i)
11 My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
12 Night for day they appoint, Light is near because of darkness.
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?