One dies in his full strength, Being wholly at ease and secure;
His bones are full of his youthful vigor, But it will lie down with him in the dust.
They spend their days in wealth, And in a moment go down to the grave.
For now I would have lain still and been quiet, I would have been asleep; Then I would have been at rest
For when he dies he shall carry nothing away; His glory shall not descend after him.