Job 14:12-21

So mortals lie down, never to rise. Until the heavens are no more, they shall not awake, nor be roused out of their sleep. Oh, that you would hide me in Sheol, shelter me till your wrath is past, fix a time to remember me! If a man were to die, and live again, all the days of my drudgery I would wait for my relief to come. You would call, and I would answer you; you would long for the work of your hands. Surely then you would count my steps, and not keep watch for sin in me. My misdeeds would be sealed up in a pouch, and you would cover over my guilt. Mountains fall and crumble, rocks move from their place, And water wears away stone, and floods wash away the soil of the land— so you destroy the hope of mortals! You prevail once for all against them and they pass on; you dismiss them with changed appearance. If their children are honored, they are not aware of it; or if disgraced, they do not know about them.