The mighty lion perishes for lack of prey, and the cubs of the lioness are scattered.

the blessing of the dying man descended on me, and I made the widow’s heart rejoice;

Moreover, the strength of their hands – what use was it to me? Men whose strength had perished;

Call to mind now: Who, being innocent, ever perished? And where were upright people ever destroyed?

But the eyes of the wicked fail, and escape eludes them; their one hope is to breathe their last.”

His memory perishes from the earth, he has no name in the land.