His sons come to honor, and he knoweth it not; And they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them.
Mine eye wasteth away because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.
I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
For Sheol cannot praise thee, death cannot celebrate thee: They that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.
in diligence not slothful; fervent in spirit; serving the Lord;
whatsoever ye do, work heartily, as unto the Lord, and not unto men;