Job 17:15
Verse 15 of 16. The 17th of 42 chapters in Job, in Poetry and Wisdom.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
12They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
13If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
14I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
15And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
16They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.
King James Version. Public domain. Set as prose throughout, including the poetry, because the text is published to us without its lines.