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My days have passed, my plans are shattered,
and so are the desires of my heart.
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These men turn night into day;
in the face of darkness they say, ‘Light is near.’
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If the only home I hope for is the grave,
if I spread out my bed in darkness,
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if I say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’
and to the worm, ‘My mother’ or ‘My sister,’
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where then is my hope?
Who can see any hope for me?