12. We aren’t immortal. We don’t last long.Like our dogs, we age and weaken. And die.
13-15. This is what happens to those who live for the moment,who only look out for themselves:Death herds them like sheep straight to hell;they disappear down the gullet of the grave;They waste away to nothing—nothing left but a marker in a cemetery.But me? God snatches me from the clutch of death,he reaches down and grabs me.
16-19. So don’t be impressed with those who get richand pile up fame and fortune.They can’t take it with them;fame and fortune all get left behind.Just when they think they’ve arrivedand folks praise them because they’ve made good,They enter the family burial plotwhere they’ll never see sunshine again.