12. They change the night into day; the light they imagine near in presence of the darkness.
13. If I wait, Sheol is my house; I spread my bed in the darkness:
14. I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! to the worm, My mother, and my sister!
15. And where is then my hope? yea, my hope, who shall see it?
16. It shall go down to the bars of Sheol, when our rest shall be together in the dust.