Man, who is rich, Yet does not understand, Shall be like the beasts, They shall perish.
And they hanged Haman on the wooden structure that he had prepared for Mordeḵai, and the sovereign’s wrath abated.
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.