But a man dieth, and is prostrate; yea, man expireth, and where is he?

And where is then my hope? yea, my hope, who shall see it?

Like his own dung doth he perish for ever; they which have seen him shall say, Where is he?

For ye say, Where is the house of the noble? and where the tent of the dwellings of the wicked?

But wisdom, where shall it be found? and where is the place of understanding?

Whence then cometh wisdom? and where is the place of understanding?

But none saith, Where is +God my Maker, who giveth songs in the night,

Where is the way to where light dwelleth? and the darkness, where is its place,