Master: What man is he that liveth and shall not see death? Shall he deliver his soul from the land of the grave?
S. W.: His days are as grass; as a flower of the field so he flourisheth.
J. W.: For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
M.: Where is now our departed brother?
S. W.: He dwelleth in night; he sojourneth in darkness.
J. W.: Man walketh in a vain shadow; he heapeth up riches, and cannot tell who shall gather them.
M.: When he dieth, he shall carry nothing away; his glory shall not descend after him.
S. W.: For he brought nothing into the world, and it is certain he can carry nothing out.
J. W.: The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.
M.: The Lord is merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and plenteous in mercy.