Yet he will be borne to the grave. Men shall keep watch over the tomb.
Who shall declare his way to his face? Who shall repay him what he has done?
The clods of the valley shall be sweet to him. All men shall draw after him, as there were innumerable before him.
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.
Nevertheless you shall die like men, and fall like one of the rulers.*
It happened that the beggar died, and that he was carried away by the angels to Avraham's bosom. The rich man also died, and was buried.