As the cloud falls and vanishes away, so he who goes down to the grave shall come up no more.
But now he is dead; why should I fast? Can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.
For we must all die, and we are as water spilled on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again. And God does not take a life, but has devised plans so that the outcast is not cast out from Him.
before I go, and I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
Heights of the heavens! What can you do? It is deeper than hell, what can you know?
For the years that are few will come, and I shall go the way from where I shall not return.
If I wait for the grave as my home, I have made my bed in the darkness;
They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our descent together is in the dust.
For now I should have lain still and been quiet; I should have slept. Then I would have been at rest
Terrors have turned on me; they pursue my soul like the wind; and my good passes away like a cloud.
Also He loads the clouds with moisture; He scatters the lightning cloud,
Look away from me, and I will smile before I go away and be no more.
Dead ones do not live; departed spirits do not rise. Therefore You have visited and destroyed them, and made all memory of them to perish.
I said, I shall not see Jah, Jehovah, in the land of the living; I shall look on man no more with the people of the world.