Would it sink down into She’ol? Would we together go down into the dust?”
And Bildaḏ the Shuḥite answered and said,
His bones shall be filled with his youth, but it lies down with him in the dust.
The clods of the wadi shall be sweet to him, and all men follow him, innumerable are those before him.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without expectancy.
The cloud fades and vanishes away, so he who goes down to She’ol does not come up.
Hasten, answer me, O יהוה; My spirit fails! Do not hide Your face from me, Lest I be like those going down into the pit.
And He said to me, “Son of man, these bones are all the house of Yisra’ĕl. See, they say, ‘Our bones are dry, our expectancy has perished, and we ourselves have been cut off!’
“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,