We know that we will die, but the dead don't know a thing. Nothing good will happen to them—they are gone and forgotten.
We each must die and disappear like water poured out on the ground. But God doesn't take our lives. Instead, he finds ways of bringing us back when we run away.
We never live to know if our children are praised or disgraced.
Soon he will send me home to the world of the dead, where we all must go.
Don't let the LORD forget the sins of his family, or let anyone remember his family ever lived.
If I die, I cannot praise you or even remember you.
Each morning I pray to you, LORD.
No one who lived in the past is remembered any more, and everyone yet to be born will be forgotten too.
Wise or foolish, we all die and are soon forgotten.”
It's better to go to a funeral than to attend a feast; funerals remind us that we all must die.
I saw the wicked buried with honour, but God's people had to leave the holy city and were forgotten. None of this makes sense.
Work hard at whatever you do. You will soon go to the world of the dead, where no one works or thinks or reasons or knows anything.
As long as we are alive, we still have hope, just as a live dog is better off than a dead lion.
Those enemies are now dead and can never live again. You have punished them— they are destroyed, completely forgotten.
Our ancestors Abraham and Jacob have both rejected us. But you are still our Father; you have been our protector since ancient times.
At last the woman died.
We die only once, and then we are judged.