1 O death! How bitter is the thought of youfor the one at peace in his home,For the one who is serene and always successful,who can still enjoy life’s pleasures.
2 O death! How welcome is your sentenceto the weak, failing in strength,Stumbling and tripping on everything,with sight gone and hope lost.
3 Do not fear death’s decree for you;remember, it embraces those before you and those to come.
4 This decree for all flesh is from God;why then should you reject a law of the Most High?Whether one has lived a thousand years, a hundred, or ten,in Sheol there are no arguments about life.
5 The children of sinners are a reprobate line,and witless offspring are in the homes of the wicked.
6 The inheritance of children of sinners will perish,and on their offspring will be perpetual disgrace.