By the sweat of your face will you eat bread until you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken. For you are dust, and to dust you shall return.*
They are appointed as a flock for She'ol. Death shall be their shepherd. The upright shall have dominion over them in the morning. Their beauty shall decay in She'ol, far from their mansion.
It is better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of feasting: for that is the end of all men, and the living should take this to heart.