For the bed is too short to stretch oneself on, and the covering too narrow to wrap oneself in.
What will you do on the day of punishment, in the ruin that will come from afar? To whom will you flee for help, and where will you leave your wealth?
We have all become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous deeds are like a polluted garment. We all fade like a leaf, and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.
Now the upper chambers were narrower, for the galleries took more away from them than from the lower and middle chambers of the building.