My days have passed away,
my thoughts are dissipated,
tormenting my heart.
They have turned night into day, and after
darkness I hope for light again.
If I wait Hell is my house,
and I have made my bed in darkness.
I have said to rotteness:
thou art my father; to worms;
my mother and sister.
Where is now then my expectation
and who considereth my patience?
All that I have shall go down into the deepest pit:
thinkest thou that there at least I shall have rest.
The Book of Job 17:11-16
