And a man dieth, and becometh weak, And man expireth, and where is he?

He is wandering for bread -- 'Where is it?' He hath known that ready at his hand Is a day of darkness.

And where is now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?

As his own dung for ever he doth perish, His beholders say: 'Where is he?'

For ye say, 'Where is the house of the noble? And where the tent -- The tabernacles of the wicked?'

And the wisdom -- whence is it found? And where is this, the place of understanding?

And the wisdom -- whence doth it come? And where is this, the place of understanding?

And none said, 'Where is God my maker? Giving songs in the night,

Where is this -- the way light dwelleth? And darkness, where is this -- its place?

Where is this, the way light is apportioned? It scattereth an east wind over the earth.