The cloud will end and will go away: thus he shall go down to hades and shall not come up.
And now he died, wherefore thus do I fast? shall I be able to yet turn him back? I go to him, and he will not turn back to me.
For dying, we shall die, and as waters poured out on the earth, which will not be gathered; and God will not lift up the soul: and reckoning, he reckons that the fugitive shall not be driven out from him.
Before I shall go and turn back to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
The heavens being high, what wilt thou do? Hades being deep, what wilt thou know?
When years of number shall come, and the way I shall go I shall not turn back
If I shall wait, hades is my house: in darkness I spread my bed.
They shall go down to the bars of hades if together we shall go down to the dust.
For now I lay down and I shall rest; I slept: then there will be rest to me.
Terror turned upon me, it will pursue my willingness as the wind, and my salvation passed away as a cloud.
Also by watering he will cast down the cloud: he will scatter the cloud of his light:
Look away from me, and I shall be cheerful, before I shall go and I not be.
The dead shall not live; shades shall not rise; for this, thou reviewedst and thou wilt destroy them, and all remembrance to them shall perish.
I said, I shall not see Jah Jah, in the land of the living: I shall no more behold man with the inhabitants of the place of rest.