Lost Hope and the Certainty of the Grave

Job 17:11-16

My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!

Night for day they appoint, Light is near because of darkness.

If I wait--Sheol is my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.

To corruption I have called: --`Thou art my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' --to the worm.

And where is now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?

To the parts of Sheol ye go down, If together on the dust we may rest.