Job 17:7-16

7My eyes have grown dim with grief and all my limbs are like a shadow.

8The upright are appalled at this; the innocent are stirred up against the ungodly.

9But the righteous one holds to his way, and the one with clean hands grows stronger.

10“But turn, all of you, come now! I will not find a wise man among you.

11My days have passed, my plans are torn apart. Yet the desires of my heart

12turn night into day; in the face of darkness light is near.

13If I hope for Sheol as my home, if I make my bed in darkness,

14if I say to the pit, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’

15where then is my hope? And my hope, who sees it?

16Will it go down to the gates of Sheol? Will we descend together into the dust?”