If I hope for Sheol as my home, if I make my bed in darkness,
If a man dies, will he live again? All the days of my hard labor I will wait until my relief comes.
“My spirit is broken, my days have cut short, the graveyard awaits me.
turn night into day; in the face of darkness light is near.
For now I would be lying down and quiet; I would be asleep and at rest
For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all the living.
“What is my strength, that I should hope? What is my end, that I should endure?
As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so one descending into Sheol does not come up;
If I go up to heaven, You are there, and if I make my bed in Sheol, look, You are there too.
Wait for Adonai. Be strong, let Your heart take courage, and wait for Adonai.
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—
He enters into shalom. They rest on their beds, each who walked in his integrity.