My days have passed away, my

Thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my

heart.

They have turned night into day,

and after darkness i hope for light again.

If i wait, Hell is my house, and i have

made my bed in darkness.

I have said to rottenness: thou art

my father; to worms, my mother and

my sister.

Where is now then my expectation,

and who considereth my patience?

All that i have shall go down into

the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there

at least i shall have rest?

Job 17:II-16 DV.