A shackle of frailest copper,nA summer’s hailstone too hard to conceal,nPerishableness advances,nVanity of VanitiesnnEndless dreams of lifeless prayers,nJustice has closed mercy’s door,nThe skeleton rose to carry out his duty,nTo make his arrows drink with blood.nnVanity of Vanities: All is VanitynnA shackle of frailest copper, vanity of vanitiesnPerishableness approaching, all is vanity.nWithin sin dwellest death,nWithin sin dwellest death.nnA shackle of frailest copper, A summer’s hailstone too hard to conceal,nPerishableness advances, vanity of vanities.nA wingless mosquito, jumping around the light of inanition,nA turnhung meagre with compulsion, vanity of vanities.nVanity of vanities: All is vanitynVanity of vanities: All is vanity.nnThou fair one, behold these bones,nThou learned one, see these empty skulls,nThou wealthy one, consider this dust,nThou thrall, see the rest,nThou king see thy destiny,nThou thrall see thee rest.n