For the years that are few will come, and I shall go the way from where I shall not return.
before I go, and I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
But man dies and is cut off; and man expires, and where is he?
If a man die, shall he revive? All the days of my warfare I will wait, until my change comes.
For his days are fixed, the number of his months is with You, and You have set his bounds so that he cannot pass;
Oh that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleads for his neighbor!
My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the graves are ready for me.
For now I should have lain still and been quiet; I should have slept. Then I would have been at rest
also they are afraid of the high place, and terrors along the way, and the almond tree shall blossom, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail; because man goes to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets;