Job Chapter 17

17:1
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.

17:10-15
But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou are my mother, and my sister.
And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?