Who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?

You shall come to your grave in a full age, like a shock of grain comes in in its season.

As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away: so he that goes down to the grave shall come up no more.

I would have been as though I had not been; I would have been carried from the womb to the grave.

O that you would hide me in the grave, that you would conceal me, until your wrath is past, that you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!

My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.

If I wait, the grave is my house: I have made my bed in the darkness.

They spend their days in wealth, and in a moment go down to the grave.

Yet shall he be brought to the grave, and shall remain in the tomb.

Drought and heat consume the snow waters: so does the grave those who have sinned.

I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! to the worm, My mother, and my sister!

That with an iron style and lead they were graven in the rock for ever!

Yet he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry out in his destruction.

Yea, his soul draws near unto the grave, and his life to those who bring death.

Hide them in the dust together; bind their faces in the grave.

Why not forgive my sin
and pardon my transgression?
For soon I will lie down in the grave.
You will eagerly seek me, but I will be gone.

His bones may be full of youthful vigor,
but will lie down with him in the grave.

The dirt on his grave is sweet to him.
Everyone follows behind him,
and those who go before him are without number.

His survivors, by pestilence, shall come to the grave, and, his widows, shall not weep;

Who doth grant now, That my words may be written? Who doth grant that in a book they may be graven?

“But his body [lamenting its decay] grieves in pain over it,
And his soul mourns over [the loss of] himself.”