“O earth, do not cover my blood,
And let there be no resting place for my cry.

“Together they lie down in the dust,
And worms cover them.

“The clods of the valley will gently cover him;
Moreover, all men will follow after him,
While countless ones go before him.

“Can you lift up your voice to the clouds,
So that an abundance of water will cover you?

“The quiver rattles against him,
The flashing spear and javelin.

“The lotus plants cover him with shade;
The willows of the brook surround him.