If I hope for Sheol as my house, if I make my bed in darkness,
he enters into peace; they rest in their beds who walk in their uprightness.
If I ascend to heaven, you are there! If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord!
For I know that you will bring me to death and to the house appointed for all living.
“My spirit is broken; my days are extinct; the graveyard is ready for me.
If a man dies, shall he live again? All the days of my service I would wait, till my renewal should come.
For then I would have lain down and been quiet; I would have slept; then I would have been at rest,
As the cloud fades and vanishes, so he who goes down to Sheol does not come up;
They make night into day: ‘The light,’ they say, ‘is near to the darkness.’
they are afraid also of what is high, and terrors are in the way; the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper drags itself along, and desire fails, because man is going to his eternal home, and the mourners go about the streets—
What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should be patient?