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If the only home I hope for is the grave, if I spread out my bed in the realm of darkness,
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if I say to corruption, âYou are my father,â and to the worm, âMy motherâ or âMy sister,â
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where then is my hopeâ who can see any hope for me?
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Will it go down to the gates of death? Will we descend together into the dust?â