They do not know that they are wholly dead, Nor that their bodies are to the worm given o’er; They pass beneath the sky forevermore; With their dead flesh the earth is cumbered.
Each day they drink of wine and eat of bread, And do the things that they have done before; And yet their hearts are rotten to the core, And from their eyes the light of life is fled.
Surely the sun is weary of their breath; They have no ears, and they are dumb and blind; Long time their bodies hunger for the grave.
How long, O God, shall these dead corpses rave? When shall the earth be clean of humankind? When shall the sky cease to behold this death?