For when a few years have come I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
before I go whence I shall not return, to the land of gloom and deep darkness,
But man dies, and is laid low; man breathes his last, and where is he?
If a man die, shall he live again? All the days of my service I would wait, till my release should come.
Since his days are determined, and the number of his months is with thee, and thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass,
that he would maintain the right of a man with God, like that of a man with his neighbor.
My spirit is broken, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.
For then I should have lain down and been quiet; I should have slept; then I should have been at rest,
they are afraid also of what is high, and terrors are in the way; the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper drags itself along and desire fails; because man goes to his eternal home, and the mourners go about the streets;