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My days are past, My purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.
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They change the night into day; 'The light is near,' they say, in the face of darkness.
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If I wait for the grave as my house, If I make my bed in the darkness,
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If I say to corruption, 'You are my father,' And to the worm, 'You are my mother and my sister,'
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Where then is my hope? As for my hope, who can see it?
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Will they go down to the gates of Sheol? Shall we have rest together in the dust?"