Their children are honored, but they do not know it; their children are disgraced, but they do not see it.
They only feel the pain of their body and feel sorry for themselves.”
They do not care about the families they leave behind when their lives have come to an end.
For a little while they are important, and then they die; they are laid low and buried like everyone else; they are cut off like the heads of grain.
People are like shadows moving about. All their work is for nothing; they collect things but don’t know who will get them.
She knows that what she makes is good. Her lamp burns late into the night.
The living know they will die, but the dead know nothing. Dead people have no more reward, and people forget them.
You are our father. Abraham doesn’t know we are his children, and Israel doesn’t recognize us. Lord, you are our father. You are called “the one who has always saved us.”
As she was dying, the women who helped her said, “Don’t worry! You’ve given birth to a son!” But she did not answer or pay attention.