Lost Hope and the Certainty of the Grave

Job 17:11-16

My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.

They change the night into day: The light, say they, is near unto the darkness.

If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness;

If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; To the worm, Thou artmy mother, and my sister;

Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?

It shall go down to the bars of Sheol, When once there is rest in the dust.