17:1 My spirit is broken, 1
my days have faded out, 2
the grave 3 awaits me.
17:11 My days have passed, my plans 4 are shattered,
even 5 the desires 6 of my heart.
17:12 These men 7 change 8 night into day;
they say, 9 ‘The light is near
in the face of darkness.’ 10
17:13 If 11 I hope for the grave to be my home,
if I spread out my bed in darkness,
17:14 If I cry 12 to corruption, 13 ‘You are my father,’
and to the worm, ‘My Mother,’ or ‘My sister,’
17:15 where then 14 is my hope?
And my hope, 15 who sees it?
17:16 Will 16 it 17 go down to the barred gates 18 of death?
Will 19 we descend 20 together into the dust?”