One dies in his full strength, being wholly at ease and quiet.
His bones are full of his youthful vigor, but it lies down with him in the dust.
They spend their days in good, and in a moment go down to the grave.
For now I should have lain still and been quiet; I should have slept. Then I would have been at rest
for when he dies he shall take nothing away; his glory shall not go down after him.