For the shadow of death is to all of them as the morning; for they know the terrors of the shadow of death.
He is swift upon the face of the waters; their portion is cursed in the earth; he turneth not by the way of the vineyards.
Drought and heat consume the snow waters; so doth the nether-world those that have sinned.
The womb forgetteth him; the worm feedeth sweetly on him; he shall be no more remembered; and unrighteousness is broken as a tree.
He devoureth the barren that beareth not; and doeth not good to the widow.
He draweth away the mighty also by his power; he riseth up, and he trusteth not his own life.
Though it be given him to be in safety, whereon he resteth, yet His eyes are upon their ways.
They are exalted for a little while, and they are gone; yea, they are brought low, they are gathered in as all others, and wither as the tops of the ears of corn.
And if it be not so now, who will prove me a liar, and make my speech nothing worth?