My days have passed away, my
thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my
heart.
They have turned night into day,
and after darkness i hope for my 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
my 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?
