Only Sheol ahead, hope questioned
If I look for Sheol as my house, If I have spread my couch in the darkness,
If I have said to corruption, ‘You are my father;’ To the worm, ‘My mother,’ and ‘my sister;’
Where then is my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?
Shall it go down with me to the gates of Sheol, Or descend together into the dust?"