Hast thou not poured me out as milk, And curdled me like cheese?
Before I go whence I shall not return, (Even) to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
But man dieth, and is laid low: Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?
(As) the waters fail from the sea, And the river wasteth and drieth up;
So man lieth down and riseth not: Till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, Nor be roused out of their sleep.