“For the number of years will come to pass, and then I will go the way of no return.
before I depart, and never return, to the land of darkness and the shadow of death,
But man dies and is powerless. Man expires—and where is he?
If a man dies, will he live again? All the days of my hard labor I will wait until my relief comes.
Since his days are determined, the number of his months is with You, You have set his limits, which he cannot exceed.
he contends with God on behalf of man as one pleads for a friend.
“My spirit is broken, my days have cut short, the graveyard awaits me.
For now I would be lying down and quiet; I would be asleep and at rest
when they also are afraid of heights and of dangers on the road, when the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper drags itself along, and the caper berry fails to excite— for a man is going to his eternal home, and mourners go about in the street—