"Allthe kingsof the nationsliein glory,Eachin his own tomb.
They wentto buryher, but they foundnothingmoreof her thanthe skulland the feetand the palmsof her hands.
They buriedhim in the cityof Davidamongthe kings,becausehe had donewellin Israeland to Godand His house.
When they had departedfrom him (for they lefthim verysick),his own servantsconspiredagainsthim because of the bloodof the sonof Jehoiadathe priest,and murderedhim on his bed.So he died,and they buriedhim in the cityof David,but they did not buryhim in the tombsof the kings.
With kingsand [with] counselorsof the earth,Who rebuiltruinsfor themselves;
"For I knowthat You will bringme to deathAnd to the houseof meetingfor allliving.
Furthermore,men are afraidof a highplace and of terrorson the road;the almondtreeblossoms,the grasshopperdragshimself along, and the caperberryis ineffective.For mangoesto his eternalhomewhile mournersgoaboutin the street.
Ifa manfathersa hundred[children] and livesmanyyears,however manythey be, but his soulis not satisfiedwith goodthingsand he does not evenhavea [proper] burial,[then] I say,"Betterthe miscarriagethanhe,
Who madethe worldlike a wildernessAnd overthrewits cities,Who did not allowhis prisonersto [go] home?'
"But you have been castout of your tombLike a rejectedbranch,Clothedwith the slainwho are piercedwith a sword,Who godownto the stonesof the pitLike a trampledcorpse.
Whatright do you have here,And whomdo you have here,That you have hewna tombfor yourself here,You who hewa tombon the height,You who carvea restingplacefor yourself in the rock?
