Ecclesiastes 12:1–7

12So remember your Creatorⁿ while you are still young, before those dismal days and years come when you will say, “I don’t enjoy life.” ²That is when the light of the sun, the moon, and the stars will grow dim for you, and the rain clouds will never pass away. ³Then your arms, that have protected you, will tremble, and your legs, now strong, will grow weak. Your teeth will be too few to chew your food, and your eyes too dim to see clearly. ⁴Your ears will be deaf to the noise of the street. You will barely be able to hear the mill as it grinds or music as it plays, but even the song of a bird will wake you from sleep. ⁵You will be afraid of high places, and walking will be dangerous. Your hair will turn white; you will hardly be able to drag yourself along, and all desire will have gone.

We are going to our final resting place, and then there will be mourning in the streets. ⁶The silver chain will snap, and the golden lamp will fall and break; the rope at the well will break, and the water jar will be shattered. ⁷Our bodies will return to the dust of the earth, and the breath of life will go back to God, who gave it to us.