¹⁹ Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.

² And have spread them to sun, and to moon, And to all the host of the heavens, that they have loved, And that they have served, And that they have walked after, And that they have sought, And to which they have bowed themselves, They are not gathered, nor buried, They are for dung on the face of the ground.

²⁴ High they were `for' a little, and they are not, And they have been brought low. As all `others' they are shut up, And as the head of an ear of corn cut off.

³⁷ `Jerusalem, Jerusalem, that art killing the prophets, and stoning those sent unto thee, how often did I will to gather thy children together, as a hen doth gather her own chickens under the wings, and ye did not will.

¹² whose fan `is' in his hand, and he will thoroughly cleanse his floor, and will gather his wheat to the storehouse, but the chaff he will burn with fire unquenchable.'

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.

⁹ Before your pots discern the bramble, As well the raw as the heated He whirleth away.

²³ For I have known To death Thou dost bring me back, And `to' the house appointed for all living.

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

²³ This `one' dieth in his perfect strength, Wholly at ease and quiet.

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.

⁷ As his own dung for ever he doth perish, His beholders say: `Where `is' he?'

⁸ As a dream he fleeth, and they find him not, And he is driven away as a vision of the night,

⁹ The eye hath not seen him, and addeth not. And not again doth his place behold him.

¹² And man hath lain down, and riseth not, Till the wearing out of the heavens they awake not, Nor are roused from their sleep.

¹³ O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.

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

¹⁵ Thou dost call, and I -- I answer Thee; To the work of Thy hands Thou hast desire.

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

²² Those hating thee do put on shame, And the tent of the wicked is not!

⁸ The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes `are' upon me -- and I am not.

¹⁰ The sceptre turneth not aside from Judah, And a lawgiver from between his feet, Till his Seed come; And his `is' the obedience of peoples.