They are lifted up for a little while, but they are not; and they are brought low; they are gathered in like all others, and wither like the heads of ears of grain.
For the living know that they shall die; but the ones having died do not know anything, and not to them is any more a reward, for their memory is forgotten.
For You are our Father, though Abraham does not know us, and Israel does not recognize us; You, Jehovah, are our Father, our Redeemer; Your name is from everlasting.