My rebellion would be sealed up in a bag,
and You would cover over my iniquity.

Earth, do not cover my blood;
may my cry for help find no resting place.

But they both lie in the dust,
and worms cover them.

A quiver rattles at his side,
along with a flashing spear and a lance.

Lotus plants cover him with their shade;
the willows by the brook surround him.