For when a few years are finished, I shall go the way of no return.

But He knows the way that I take; When He has tested me, I shall come forth as gold.

“They should be swift on the face of the waters, Their portion should be cursed in the earth, So that no one would turn into the way of their vineyards.

They are exalted for a little while, Then they are gone. They are brought low; They are taken out of the way like all others; They dry out like the heads of grain.

I chose the way for them, and sat as chief; So I dwelt as a king in the army, As one who comforts mourners.

If my step has turned from the way, Or my heart walked after my eyes, Or if any spot adheres to my hands,

“Where is the way to the dwelling of light? And darkness, where is its place,