No one can keep from dying or put off the day of death. That is a battle we cannot escape; we cannot cheat our way out.

If a man dies, can he come back to life? But I will wait for better times, wait till this time of trouble is ended.

While they were still a long way off they saw Job, but did not recognize him. When they did, they began to weep and wail, tearing their clothes in grief and throwing dust into the air and on their heads.

Now they lie unknown in the streets, their faces blackened in death; their skin, dry as wood, has shriveled on their bones.