1 Remember your creator in your prime,before the days of trouble arrive,and those years, about which you’ll say, "I take no pleasure in these"—
2 before the sun and the light grow dark, the moon and the stars too,before the clouds return after the rain;
3 on the day when the housekeepers tremble and the strong men stoop;when the women who grind stop working because they’re so few,and those who look through the windows grow dim;
4 when the doors to the street are shut,when the sound of the mill fades,the sound of the bird rises,and all the singers come down low;
5 when people are afraid of things aboveand of terrors along the way;when the almond tree blanches, the locust droops,and the caper-berry comes to nothing;when the human goes to the eternal abode,with mourners all around in the street;