Let them be like the snail that dissolves into slime; like the untimely birth that never sees the sun.
and were as though I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave.
Or why was I not buried like a stillborn child, like an infant that never sees the light?
A man may beget a hundred children, and live many years; but however many are the days of his years, if he does not enjoy life's good things, or has no burial, I say that a stillborn child is better off than he.
Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will not pass away.
and the rich in being brought low, because the rich will disappear like a flower in the field.