(3) When the guards of the house become shaky, And the men of valor are bent,
And the maids that grind, grown few, are idle, And the ladies that peer through the windows grow dim,
(4) And the doors to the marketplace are all shut— With the noise of the hand mill growing fainter,
And the song of the bird growing feebler, And all the strains of music dying down;
(5) When one is afraid of heights And there is terror on the road.— For the almond tree may blossom, The grasshopper be burdened, And the caper bush may bud again; But the person goes out to his eternal abode, With mourners gathered around in the street.—
(6) Before the silver cord snaps And the golden bowl crashes,
The jar is shattered at the spring, And the jug is smashed at the well.
(7) And the dust returns to the ground as it was,
And the lifebreath returns to God Who bestowed it.
(8) Vapors! —said Kohelet— Everything is just vapor!