Also by watering he wearieth the thick cloud: he scattereth his bright cloud:

Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;

But man dieth, and wasteth away: yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?

So man lieth down, and riseth not: till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be raised out of their sleep.

If a man die, shall he live again? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.

When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.

But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.

For we must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again; neither doth God respect any person: yet doth he devise means, that his banished be not expelled from him.

O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.

I said, I shall not see the LORD, even the LORD, in the land of the living: I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world.