Man, who is rich, Yet does not understand, Shall be like the beasts, They shall perish.
And they impaled Haman on the stake that he had prepared for Mordeḵ
Before I go, and not return, to the land of darkness and the shadow of death,
‘Are not the cords of their tents pulled up? They die, without wisdom!’
But man does not remain in esteem, He is like the beasts that perish.
But if a man lives many years, let him rejoice in them all. But let him remember the days of darkness, for they are many. All that is coming is futility.