There is hope only for the living. As they say, “It’s better to be a live dog than a dead lion!”
For what hope do the godless have when God cuts them off and takes away their life?
It seems so wrong that everyone under the sun suffers the same fate. Already twisted by evil, people choose their own mad course, for they have no hope. There is nothing ahead but death anyway.
The living at least know they will die, but the dead know nothing. They have no further reward, nor are they remembered.
For the dead cannot praise you; they cannot raise their voices in praise. Those who go down to the grave can no longer hope in your faithfulness.