Even prisoners enjoy peace, free from shouts and harsh commands.

Everyone is there, the famous and the unknown, and slaves at last are free.

Their bodies used to be young and vigorous, but soon they will turn to dust.

It makes no difference. The same fate comes to the righteous and the wicked, to the good and the bad, to those who are religious and those who are not, to those who offer sacrifices and those who do not. A good person is no better off than a sinner; one who takes an oath is no better off than one who does not.

I will call the grave my father, and the worms that eat me I will call my mother and my sisters.

Even after my skin is eaten by disease, while still in this body I will see God.

they are doomed to die like sheep, and Death will be their shepherd. The righteous will triumph over them, as their bodies quickly decay in the world of the dead far from their homes.

You used to be honored with the music of harps, but now here you are in the world of the dead. You lie on a bed of maggots and are covered with a blanket of worms.' "