If a man die, shall he live again? All the days of my service I would wait, till my release should come.
But Barzillai said to the king, “How many years have I still to live, that I should go up with the king to Jerusalem?
Behold, he will slay me; I have no hope; yet I will defend my ways to his face.
Oh that thou wouldest hide me in Sheol, that thou wouldest conceal me until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
Thou wouldest call, and I would answer thee; thou wouldest long for the work of thy hands.
Since his days are determined, and the number of his months is with thee, and thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass,
he will perish for ever like his own dung; those who have seen him will say, ‘Where is he?’
And after this Job lived a hundred and forty years, and saw his sons, and his sons' sons, four generations.
“Has not man a hard service upon earth, and are not his days like the days of a hireling?
Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; yea, wait for the Lord!
All go to one place; all are from the dust, and all turn to dust again.
I will wait for the Lord, who is hiding his face from the house of Jacob, and I will hope in him.
Why is it thought incredible by any of you that God raises the dead?
who will change our lowly body to be like his glorious body, by the power which enables him even to subject all things to himself.
And the sea gave up the dead in it, Death and Hades gave up the dead in them, and all were judged by what they had done.