Lost Hope and the Certainty of the Grave

Job 17:11-16

My days have passed; my plans are broken off— even the desires of my heart.

They have turned night into day, making light seem near in the face of darkness.

If I look for Sheol as my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness,

and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’

where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?

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