¹¹ for the sun did rise with the burning heat, and did wither the grass, and the flower of it fell, and the grace of its appearance did perish, so also the rich in his way shall fade away!

⁷ Withered hath grass, faded the flower, For the Spirit of Jehovah blew upon it, Surely the people `is' grass;

⁸ Withered hath grass, faded the flower, But a word of our God riseth for ever.

⁴ to an inheritance incorruptible, and undefiled, and unfading, reserved in the heavens for you,

¹⁵ As he came out from the belly of his mother, naked he turneth back to go as he came, and he taketh not away anything of his labour, that doth go in his hand.

¹¹ My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.

⁴ Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.

¹⁹ `And -- a certain man was rich, and was clothed in purple and fine linen, making merry sumptuously every day,

²⁰ and there was a certain poor man, by name Lazarus, who was laid at his porch, full of sores,

²¹ and desiring to be filled from the crumbs that are falling from the table of the rich man; yea, also the dogs, coming, were licking his sores.

²² `And it came to pass, that the poor man died, and that he was carried away by the messengers to the bosom of Abraham -- and the rich man also died, and was buried;

²³ and in the hades having lifted up his eyes, being in torments, he doth see Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom,

²⁴ and having cried, he said, Father Abraham, deal kindly with me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and may cool my tongue, because I am distressed in this flame.

²⁵ `And Abraham said, Child, remember that thou did receive -- thou -- thy good things in thy life, and Lazarus in like manner the evil things, and now he is comforted, and thou art distressed;

³¹ and those using this world, as not using `it' up; for passing away is the fashion of this world.

¹ Go, now, ye rich! weep, howling over your miseries that are coming upon `you';

² your riches have rotted, and your garments have become moth-eaten;

³ your gold and silver have rotted, and the rust of them for a testimony shall be to you, and shall eat your flesh as fire. Ye made treasure in the last days!

⁴ lo, the reward of the workmen, of those who in-gathered your fields, which hath been fraudulently kept back by you -- doth cry out, and the exclamations of those who did reap into the ears of the Lord of Sabaoth have entered;

⁵ ye did live in luxury upon the earth, and were wanton; ye did nourish your hearts, as in a day of slaughter;

⁶ ye did condemn -- ye did murder the righteous one, he doth not resist you.

⁷ Be patient, then, brethren, till the presence of the Lord; lo, the husbandman doth expect the precious fruit of the earth, being patient for it, till he may receive rain -- early and latter;

⁴ and at the manifestation of the chief Shepherd, ye shall receive the unfading crown of glory.

¹⁶ And he spake a simile unto them, saying, `Of a certain rich man the field brought forth well;

¹⁷ and he was reasoning within himself, saying, What shall I do, because I have not where I shall gather together my fruits?

¹⁸ and he said, This I will do, I will take down my storehouses, and greater ones I will build, and I will gather together there all my products and my good things,

¹⁹ and I will say to my soul, Soul, thou hast many good things laid up for many years, be resting, eat, drink, be merry.

²⁰ `And God said to him, Unthinking one! this night thy soul they shall require from thee, and what things thou didst prepare -- to whom shall they be?

²¹ so `is' he who is treasuring up to himself, and is not rich toward God.'

⁶ and the sun having risen, it was scorched, and because of not having root it did wither;

³⁵ I have seen the wicked terrible, And spreading as a green native plant,

³⁶ And he passeth away, and lo, he is not, And I seek him, and he is not found!

⁶ Those trusting on their wealth, And in the multitude of their riches, Do shew themselves foolish.

⁷ A brother doth no one at all ransom, He doth not give to God his atonement.

⁸ And precious `is' the redemption of their soul, And it hath ceased -- to the age.

⁹ And still he liveth for ever, He seeth not the pit.

¹⁰ For he seeth wise men die, Together the foolish and brutish perish, And have left to others their wealth.

¹¹ Their heart `is': Their houses `are' to the age, Their tabernacles to all generations. They proclaimed their names over the lands.

¹² And man in honour doth not remain, He hath been like the beasts, they have been cut off.

¹³ This their way `is' folly for them, And their posterity with their sayings are pleased. Selah.

¹⁴ As sheep for Sheol they have set themselves, Death doth afflict them, And the upright rule over them in the morning, And their form `is' for consumption. Sheol `is' a dwelling for him.

¹⁸ Only, in slippery places Thou dost set them, Thou hast caused them to fall to desolations.

¹⁹ How have they become a desolation as in a moment, They have been ended -- consumed from terrors.

²⁰ As a dream from awakening, O Lord, In awaking, their image Thou despisest.

¹ Wo `to' the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim. And the fading flower of the beauty of his glory, That `is' on the head of the fat valley of the broken down of wine.

⁴ And the fading flower of the beauty of his glory That `is' on the head of the fat valley, Hath been as its first-fruit before summer, That its beholder seeth, While it `is' yet in his hand he swalloweth it.

¹⁰ They do not hunger, nor thirst, Nor smite them doth mirage and sun, For He who is pitying them doth lead them, And by fountains of waters doth tend them.

⁷ And God appointeth a worm at the going up of the dawn on the morrow, and it smiteth the gourd, and it drieth up.

⁸ And it cometh to pass, about the rising of the sun, that God appointeth a cutting east wind, and the sun smiteth on the head of Jonah, and he wrappeth himself up, and asketh his soul to die, and saith, `Better `is' my death than my life.'

⁶ and the sun having risen they were scorched, and through not having root, they withered,

²⁴ His breasts have been full of milk, And marrow his bones doth moisten.

²⁵ And this `one' dieth with a bitter soul, And have not eaten with gladness.

²⁶ Together -- on the dust they lie down, And the worm doth cover them over.

²⁷ Lo, I have known your thoughts, And the devices against me ye do wrongfully.

²⁸ For ye say, `Where `is' the house of the noble? And where the tent -- The tabernacles of the wicked?'

²⁹ Have ye not asked those passing by the way? And their signs do ye not know?

³⁰ That to a day of calamity is the wicked spared. To a day of wrath they are brought.