One dieth in his full strength, Being wholly at ease and quiet.
For when he dieth he shall carry nothing away: His glory shall not descend after him.
For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
His bones are full of the sin of his youth, Which shall lie down with him in the dust.
They spend their days in wealth, And in a moment go down to the grave.