Let them be like the snail that dissolves into slime, like the untimely birth that never sees the sun.
Or why was I not buried like a stillborn child, like an infant that never sees the light?
A man may father 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.
and the rich in having been humbled, because the rich will disappear like a flower in the field.
Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will not pass away.
and were as though I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave.