They shall go down to the bars of Sheol, when our descent together is in the dust.
And Bildad the Shuhite answered and said:
His bones are full of his youthful vigor, but it lies down on the dust with him.
And the clods of the valley shall be sweet to him; and every man shall draw after him; and before him there is no number.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and end without hope.
As the cloud fades, it goes, so he who goes down to Sheol shall not come up.
O Jehovah, answer me quickly; my spirit is spent; do not hide Your face from me lest I be compared with the ones who go down to the Pit.
And He said to me, Son of man, these bones are all the house of Israel. Behold, they say, Our bones are dried, and our hope is perished; we are cut off to ourselves.
I went down to the bases of the mountains; the earth with her bars was about me forever. But You brought up my life from the pit, O Jehovah my God.
But we ourselves have the sentence of death in ourselves, that we should not trust on ourselves, but on God, the One raising the dead,