Lest He move thee with a stroke, And the abundance of an atonement turn thee not aside.

Even to-day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.

Revealed to thee were the gates of death? And the gates of death-shade dost thou see?

For the morning is to them even as the shadow of death: if one recognizes them, they are in the terrors of the shadow of death.

He who is purposing death gets up before day, so that he may put to death the poor and those in need.

There is no darkness nor death-shade, For workers of iniquity to be hidden there;

His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep.

An end hath he set to darkness, And to all perfection he is searching, A stone of darkness and death-shade.

Destruction and death have said: 'With our ears we have heard its fame.'

For I have known To death Thou dost bring me back, And to the house appointed for all living.

And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.