The Lord's House

Job: My days are extinct. The grave is ready for me. Surely there are markers about me and my dwells. On their provocation, lay down a pledge for me with yourself. Who is there that will give surety for me? Since you have closed their minds to understanding, therefore you will not let them triumph. He has made me a byword of the peoples, and i am one before whom men spit. If i look for sheol as my house, if i spread my couch in darkness, where then is my hope? Will it go down to the bars of sheol? Shall we descend together into the dust? Then, bildad the shuhit answered