4 The noisy grinding of grainwill be shut outby your deaf ears,but even the song of a birdwill keep you awake.
5 You will be afraidto climb up a hillor walk down a road.Your hair will turn as whiteas almond blossoms.You will feel lifelessand drag alonglike an old grasshopper.We each go to our eternal home,and the streets are filledwith those who mourn.
6 The silver cord snaps,the golden bowl breaks;the water pitcher is smashed,and the pulley at the wellis shattered.
7 So our bodies returnto the earth,and the life-giving breathreturns to God.
8 Nothing makes sense.I have seen it all—nothing makes sense.
9 I was a wise teacher with much understanding, and I collected a number of proverbs that I had carefully studied.
10 Then I tried to explain these things in the best and most accurate way.