²² When a few years do come, Then a path I return not do I go.

¹⁰ And a man dieth, and becometh weak, And man expireth, and where `is' he?

¹⁴ If a man dieth -- doth he revive? All days of my warfare I wait, till my change come.

⁹ Consumed hath been a cloud, and it goeth, So he who is going down to Sheol cometh not up.

¹⁰ He turneth not again to his house, Nor doth his place discern him again.

⁵ If determined are his days, The number of his months `are' with Thee, His limit Thou hast made, And he passeth not over;

⁵ Also of that which is high they are afraid, And of the low places in the way, And the almond-tree is despised, And the grasshopper is become a burden, And want is increased, For man is going unto his home age-during, And the mourners have gone round through the street.