17:11 My days have passed, my plans are shattered,
even the desires of my heart.
17:12 These men change night into day;
they say, ‘The light is near
in the face of darkness.’
17:13 If I hope for the grave to be my home,
if I spread out my bed in darkness,
17:14 If I cry to corruption, ‘You are my father,’
and to the worm, ‘My Mother,’ or ‘My sister,’
17:15 where then is my hope?
And my hope, who sees it?