For I know that thou dost conduct me unto death and to the house appointed for all living.
in the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread until thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken, for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.
For it is certain that we die and are as water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again; neither does God respect any person; yet he does devise means that his outcasts not be expelled from him.
The small and the great are there, and the slave is free from his master.
One thing remains, that I say, He consumes the perfect and the wicked.
Thine hands have formed me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.
Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months are with thee, thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass.
The clods of the river valley shall be sweet unto him, and every man shall be drawn after him, as there were innumerable before him.
There is no man that has power over the spirit to retain the spirit; neither does he have power over the day of death, and weapons are of no use in that war; neither shall wickedness deliver those that are given to it.
For the living know that they shall die, but the dead do not know any thing; neither do they have any more reward, for their memory is placed into oblivion.
when they shall also be afraid of that which is high, and fears shall be in the way, and the almond tree shall flourish, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and appetite shall fail: because man goes to the home of his age, and the mourners shall go about the streets;