Give no sleep to your eyes, nor slumber to your eyelids;
I will give my eyes no sleep, my eyelids no rest,
I say, “If only I had wings like a dove that I might fly away and find rest.
So do this, my son, to free yourself, since you have fallen into your neighbor’s power: Go, hurry, rouse your neighbor!
Anything you can turn your hand to, do with what power you have; for there will be no work, no planning, no knowledge, no wisdom in Sheol where you are going. The Time of Misfortune Is Not Known.
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