¹¹ My days have passed,^(A) my plans are shattered.
    Yet the desires of my heart^(B)
12 turn night into day;^(C)
    in the face of the darkness light is near.^(D)
13 If the only home I hope for is the grave,^(E)
    if I spread out my bed^(F) in the realm of darkness,^(G)
14 if I say to corruption,^(H) ‘You are my father,’
    and to the worm,^(I) ‘My mother’ or ‘My sister,’
¹⁵ where then is my hope—^(J)
    who can see any hope for me?^(K)