“My days are past.
My plans are broken off.
The desires of my heart are gone.
They make night into day.
‘The light is near to the darkness.’
If I look for Sheol as my house,
If I spread my couch in darkness,
If I say to the pit,
‘You are my father,’
If I say to the worm,
‘You are my mother,
You are my sister,’
Where then is my hope?
Who will see my hope?
Will it go down to the bars of Sheol?
Shall we descend together into the dust?”
Once again, Job ended his reply with a morose tone as he considered his death once again. The days were gone. The plans were broken. The desires of the heart were gone. There was a confusion of night and day, light and darkness. His home would be Sheol, the underworld of the dead. The ground and worms will become his father, mother, and sister. There was no hope. All of us should just go together into the depths of Sheol as the dust on the ground. This is a man in despair not hope.