If I look for Sheol as my house, if I spread my couch in darkness,
he enters into peace; they rest in their beds who walk in their uprightness.
If I ascend to heaven, thou art there! If I make my bed in Sheol, thou art there!
Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; yea, wait for the Lord!
Yea, I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
My spirit is broken, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.
If a man die, shall he live again? All the days of my service I would wait, till my release should come.
For then I should have lain down and been quiet; I should have slept; then I should have been at rest,
As the cloud fades and vanishes, so he who goes down to Sheol does not come up;
They make night into day; ‘The light,’ they say, ‘is near to the darkness.’
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;
What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should be patient?