Job 14:12-21

we fall into the sleep of death, never to rise again, until the sky disappears. Please hide me, God, deep in the ground— and when you are angry no more, remember to rescue me. Will we humans live again? I would gladly suffer and wait for my time. My Creator, you would want me; you would call out, and I would answer. You would take care of me, but not count my sins— you would put them in a bag, tie it tight, and toss them away. But in the real world, mountains tumble, and rocks crumble; streams wear away stones and wash away soil. And you destroy our hopes! You change the way we look, then send us away, wiped out forever. We never live to know if our children are praised or disgraced.