If I hope for Sheol as my house, if I make my bed in darkness,
If a man dies, shall he live again? All the days of my service I would wait, till my renewal[2] should come.
My spirit is broken; my days are extinct; the graveyard is ready for me.
They make night into day; 'The light,' they say, 'is near to the darkness.'[1]
For then I would have lain down and been quiet; I would have slept; then I would have been at rest,
For I know that you will bring me to death and to the house appointed for all living.
What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should be patient?
As the cloud fades and vanishes, so he who goes down to Sheol does not come up;
If I ascend to heaven, you are there! If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
Wait for the LORD; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the LORD!
they are afraid also of what is high, and terrors are in the way; the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper drags itself along,[1] and desire fails, because man is going to his eternal home, and the mourners go about the streets --
he enters into peace; they rest in their beds who walk in their uprightness.