Do they know of your miracles or your saving power in the dark world below where all is forgotten?
My enemies are chasing me, crushing me in the ground. I am in total darkness, like someone long dead.
I am completely forgotten like someone dead. I am merely a broken dish.
I am no better off than those in the grave, those you have forgotten and no longer help.
Wise or foolish, we all die and are soon forgotten.”
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.
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.
and on earth, they will find only trouble and darkness, terrible trouble and deepest darkness.
But the ones who should have been in the kingdom will be thrown out into the dark. They will cry and grit their teeth in pain.”
Their shameful deeds show up like foam on wild ocean waves. They are like wandering stars for ever doomed to the darkest pits of hell.