2 Someday the light of the sunand the moon and the starswill all seem dim to you.Rain clouds will remainover your head.
3 Your body will grow feeble,your teeth will decay,and your eyesight fail.
4 The noisy grinding of grainand the voices of singerswill 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 here 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.