4 And our name shall be forgotten in time, And no man shall remember our works; And our life shall pass away as the traces of a cloud, And shall be scattered as is a mist, When it is chased by the beams of the sun, And overcome by the heat thereof.
5 For our alloted time is the passing of a shadow, And our end retreats not; Because it is fast sealed, and none turns it back.
6 Come therefore and let us enjoy the good things that now are; And let us use the creation with all our soul as youth’s possession.
7 Let us fill ourselves with costly wine and perfumes; And let no flower of spring pass us by:
8 Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds, before they be withered:
9 Let none of us go without his share in our proud revelry: Everywhere let us leave tokens of our mirth: Because this is our portion, and our lot is this.
10 Let us oppress the righteous poor; Let us not spare the widow, Nor reverence the hairs of the old man gray for length of years.