If I look for She'ol as my house, if I have spread my couch in the darkness,
If a man dies, shall he live again? All the days of my warfare would I wait, until my release should come.
*My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
They change the night into day, saying 'The light is near' in the presence of darkness.
For now should I have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,
For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.
What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?
As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to She'ol shall come up no more.
If I ascend up into heaven, you are there. If I make my bed in She'ol, behold, you are there!
Wait for the LORD. Be strong, and let your heart take courage. Yes, wait for the LORD.
yes, they shall be afraid of heights, and terrors will be in the way; and the almond tree shall blossom, and the khagav shall be a burden, and desire shall fail; because man goes to his everlasting home, and the mourners go about the streets:
He enters into shalom; they rest in their beds, each one who walks in his uprightness.