Will it go down to the bars of Sheol? Shall we descend together into the dust?”
Then Bildad the Shuhite answered:
Their bodies, once full of youth, will lie down in the dust with them.
The clods of the valley are sweet to them; everyone will follow after, and those who went before are innumerable.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and come to their end without hope.
As the cloud fades and vanishes, so those who go down to Sheol do not come up;
Answer me quickly, O Lord; my spirit fails. Do not hide your face from me, or I shall be like those who go down to the Pit.
Then he said to me, “Mortal, these bones are the whole house of Israel. They say, ‘Our bones are dried up, and our hope is lost; we are cut off completely.’
at the roots of the mountains. I went down to the land whose bars closed upon me forever; yet you brought up my life from the Pit, O Lord my God.
Indeed, we felt that we had received the sentence of death so that we would rely not on ourselves but on God, who raises the dead.