They spend their days in good, and in a moment go down to the grave.
They lift up voice at the timbrel and harp, and rejoice at the sound of the flute.
One dies in his full strength, being wholly at ease and quiet.
They were seized, but there was not time; their foundation was poured out by a flood;
Drought and heat eat up the snow waters; so does the grave those who have sinned.
They are lifted up for a little while, but are gone and brought low; they are gathered in like all others, and are cut off like the heads of the ears of grain.
For now I should have lain still and been quiet; I should have slept. Then I would have been at rest
If they obey and serve Him, they shall spend their days in blessedness, and their years in pleasures.
For there are no bands in their death; but their strength is fat.
Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might; for there is no work, nor plan, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave where you go.
And there came against Gibeah ten thousand chosen men out of all Israel, and the battle was heavy. But they did not know that evil was near them.