This `one' dieth in his perfect strength, Wholly at ease and quiet.
His bones have been full of his youth, And with him on the dust it lieth down.
They wear out in good their days, And in a moment `to' Sheol go down.
For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept -- then there is rest to me,
For at his death he receiveth nothing, His honour goeth not down after him.