Now his sons used to go and hold a feast in the house of each one in turn, and they would send and invite their three sisters to eat and to drink with them.

he will perish forever, like his own excrement; those who used to see him will say, 'Where is he?'

Moreover, the strength of their hands -- what use was it to me? Men whose strength had perished;

My harp is used for mourning and my flute for the sound of weeping.