Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also
like the days of an hireling?||
As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for
the reward of his work:||
So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are
appointed to me.||
When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I
am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.||
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.||
O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.||
(7:7-9) All we are is dust in the wind.|
Is death final?
Does hell exist?
(7:7) "My life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good."
(7:8) "The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not."
(7:9) "As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more."
The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my
spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.||
Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?||
When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaints;||
Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
"Thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions."
So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.||
What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set
thine heart upon him?||
And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment?||
How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my
(7:19) "Till I swallow down my spittle."
I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why
hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?||
And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity?
for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning,
but I shall not be.