As a cloud disappears and is gone, people go to the grave and never return.
But now that the baby is dead, why should I fast? I can’t bring him back to life. Someday I will go to him, but he cannot come back to me.”
We will all die someday. We’re like water spilled on the ground; no one can gather it back. But God doesn’t take away life. Instead, he plans ways that those who have been sent away will not have to stay away from him!
Soon I will leave; I will not return from the land of darkness and gloom,
His limits are higher than the heavens; you cannot reach them! They are deeper than the grave; you cannot understand them!
“Only a few years will pass before I go on the journey of no return.
If the only home I hope for is the grave, if I spread out my bed in darkness,
Will hope go down to the gates of death? Will we go down together into the dust?”
If they had not been there, I would be lying dead in peace; I would be asleep and at rest
Great fears overwhelm me. They blow my honor away as if by a great wind, and my safety disappears like a cloud.
He fills the clouds with water and scatters his lightning through them.
Leave me alone so I can be happy before I leave and am no more.”
Those masters are now dead; their ghosts will not rise from death. You punished and destroyed them and erased any memory of them.
I said, “I will not see the Lord in the land of the living again. I will not again see the people who live on the earth.