who are filled with much joy
and are glad when they reach the grave?

You will approach the grave in full vigor,
as a stack of sheaves is gathered in its season.

Why not forgive my sin
and pardon my transgression?
For soon I will lie down in the grave.
You will eagerly seek me, but I will be gone.

I wish I had never existed
but had been carried from the womb to the grave.

His bones may be full of youthful vigor,
but will lie down with him in the grave.

He is carried to the grave,
and someone keeps watch over his tomb.

The dirt on his grave is sweet to him.
Everyone follows behind him,
and those who go before him are without number.

Hide them together in the dust;
imprison them in the grave.