For now I would be lying down in peace; I would be asleep and at rest
Whatever you find to do with your hands, do it with all your might, for in Sheol, where you are going, there is no work
But a man dies and is laid low; he breathes his last, and where is he?
They spend their days in prosperity and go down to Sheol in peace.
A man may father a hundred children and live for many years; yet no matter how long he lives, if he is unsatisfied with
The eye that beholds me will no longer see me. You will look for me, but I will be no more.
I will see Him for myself; my eyes will behold Him, and not as a stranger. How my heart yearns within me!
If I look for Sheol as my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness,
to a land of utter darkness, of deep shadow and disorder, where even the light is like darkness.”
One man dies full of vigor, completely secure and at ease.
Why do You not pardon my transgression and take away my iniquity? For soon I will lie down in the dust; You will seek me