²⁶ But both are buried in the same dust,
    both eaten by the same maggots.

¹¹ Your might and power were buried with you.^[a]
    The sound of the harp in your palace has ceased.
Now maggots are your sheet,
    and worms your blanket.’

¹¹ Though they are young,
    their bones will lie in the dust.

¹⁸ Even captives are at ease in death,
    with no guards to curse them.
¹⁹ Rich and poor are both there,
    and the slave is free from his master.

¹⁴ Like sheep, they are led to the grave,^[a]
    where death will be their shepherd.
In the morning the godly will rule over them.
    Their bodies will rot in the grave,
    far from their grand estates.

²⁰ Their own mothers will forget them.
    Maggots will find them sweet to eat.
No one will remember them.
    Wicked people are broken like a tree in the storm.

²⁶ And after my body has decayed,
    yet in my body I will see God!^[a]

¹⁴ What if I call the grave my father,
    and the maggot my mother or my sister?