If I wait for the grave as my home, I have made my bed in the darkness;
If a man die, shall he revive? All the days of my warfare I will wait, until my change comes.
My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the graves are ready for me.
They set night for day; the light is near in the face of darkness.
For now I should have lain still and been quiet; I should have slept. Then I would have been at rest
For I know that You will bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
What is my strength, that I should hope? And what is my end, that I should be patient?
As the cloud falls and vanishes away, so he who goes down to the grave shall come up no more.
If I go up into Heaven, You are there; if I make my bed in Sheol, behold, You are there.
Hope in Jehovah; be of good courage, and He shall make your heart strong; yea, hope in Jehovah.
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;
He shall enter into peace; they shall rest in their beds, each one walking in his uprightness.