‘What right do you have here, And whom do you have here, That you have (A)hewn a tomb for yourself here, You who hew a tomb on the height, You who carve a resting place for (a)yourself in the rock?
And roll you tightly like a ball, To be (B)cast into a vast country; There you will die And there your splendid chariots will be, You shame of your master’s house.’