In the grave wicked people stop their evil, and tired workers find rest at last.

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

I know you are taking me off to my death, to the fate in store for everyone.

You will have to work hard and sweat to make the soil produce anything, until you go back to the soil from which you were formed. You were made from soil, and you will become soil again."

Generations come and generations go, but the world stays just the same.

No one can keep from dying or put off the day of death. That is a battle we cannot escape; we cannot cheat our way out.

Our bodies will return to the dust of the earth, and the breath of life will go back to God, who gave it to us.

Everyone must die once, and after that be judged by God.