They are ecstatic, delighted to find the grave.
But the wicked will lose their eyesight. Their escape route will be closed. Their only hope is to take their last breath.”
The soil in the creekbed is sweet to him. Everyone follows him. Countless others went before him.
to those who long for death but it never comes— though they dig for it more than for buried treasure?
Why give light to those whose paths have been hidden, to those whom God has fenced in?
Then I would still have comfort. I would be happy despite my endless pain, because I have not rejected the words of the Holy One.
“How I wish that my prayer would be answered— that God would give me what I’m hoping for,
My throat would rather be choked. My body would prefer death ⌞to these dreams⌟.
I congratulate the dead, who have already died, rather than the living, who still have to carry on.
But the person who hasn’t been born yet is better off than both of them. He hasn’t seen the evil that is done under the sun.
“Then the few who remain from these wicked people will want to die rather than live where I will scatter them,” declares the Lord of Armies.
