You shall come to your grave in a full age, like a shock of grain comes in its season.

He is green before the sun. His shoots go forth over his garden.

It shall be accomplished before his time. His branch shall not be green.

He has stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.

From out of the populous city, men groan. The soul of the wounded cries out, yet God doesn't regard the folly.

They are exalted; yet a little while, and they are gone. Yes, they are brought low, they are taken out of the way as all others, and are cut off as the tops of the ears of grain.

Surely I would carry it on my shoulder; and I would bind it to me as a crown.

The range of the mountains is his pasture, He searches after every green thing.

Will you confide in him, that he will bring home your seed, and gather the grain of your threshing floor?

He called the name of the first, Jemimah; and the name of the second, Keziah; and the name of the third, Keren Happuch.