His sons come to honour, and he knoweth it not; and they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them.
Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
For the grave cannot praise thee, death can not celebrate thee: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.
Not slothful in business; fervent in spirit; serving the Lord;
And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men;