For if thou fasten thine eyes upon me, I come to naught like as a cloud is consumed and vanisheth away. Even so, he that goeth down to hell, cometh no more up,

The malicious tyrants when they die, are neither in life nor in the resurrection, for thou visitest them and rootest them out, and destroyest all the memorial of them.

but when man sleepeth, he riseth not again, until the heaven perish: he shall not wake up nor rise out of his sleep.

yet the number of my years are come - and I must go the way from whence I shall not turn again.

May a dead man live again? All the days of this my pilgrimage am I looking, till my changing shall come.

And the spirit cried, and rent him sore and came out: And he was as one that had been dead, insomuch that many said, "He is dead."

Moreover, he said unto me, "Thou son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel. Behold, they say, 'Our bones are dried up, our hope is gone, we are clean cut off.'

For though a root be waxen old and dead in the ground, yet when the stock getteth the scent of water, it will bud, and bring forth bows, like as when it was first planted.