As the cloud fades and vanishes, so those who go down to Sheol do not come up;
But now he is dead; why should I fast? Can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he will not return to me.”
We must all die; we are like water spilled on the ground, which cannot be gathered up. But God will not take away a life; he will devise plans so as not to keep an outcast banished forever from his presence.
before I go, never to return, to the land of gloom and deep darkness,
It is higher than heaven—what can you do? Deeper than Sheol—what can you know?
For when a few years have come, I shall go the way from which I shall not return.
If I look for Sheol as my house, if I spread my couch in darkness,
Will it go down to the bars of Sheol? Shall we descend together into the dust?”
Now I would be lying down and quiet; I would be asleep; then I would be at rest
Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.
He loads the thick cloud with moisture; the clouds scatter his lightning.
Turn your gaze away from me, that I may smile again, before I depart and am no more.”
The dead do not live; shades do not rise because you have punished and destroyed them and wiped out all memory of them.
I said, I shall not see the Lord in the land of the living; I shall look upon mortals no more among the inhabitants of the world.