Death is before me today
As well as sick man becometh whole
As one walketh abroad after sickness
Death is before me today
As the odor of myrrh
As when one sitteth under the sail on a windy day
Death is before me today
To whom do I speak today
The sin that smiteth the land, it has no end
It has no end
Cast aside lamentation
I will abide here
Thy body is united with earth
We shall abode in death