I said, “Am I to go into the gates of the grave in the prime of my life? Shall I be deprived of the rest of my years?”
What strength do I have, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
Remember that my life is a breath! My eye is never again to see good.
I said, “O my Ě
“You did found the earth of old, And the heavens are the work of Your hands.
Their being loathed all food, And they drew near to the gates of death,
Love יהוה, all you His kind ones! For יהוה guards the trustworthy ones, And exceedingly repays the doer of pride.
All that your hand finds to do, do it with your might; for there is no work or planning or knowledge or wisdom in the grave where you are going.
In those days Ḥ
This is the writing of Ḥ
“I went down to the base of the mountains, the earth with its bars were behind me forever. But You brought up my life from the pit, O יהוה, my Elohim.
Indeed, we had the sentence of death in ourselves, that we should not trust in ourselves but in Elohim who raises the dead,