After he had buried him, the prophet said to his sons, “When I die, you must bury me in the tomb where the man of God is buried. Lay my bones beside his bones,
Then the king asked, “What is this monument I see?” And the men of the city replied, “It is the tomb of the man of God w
Who can count the dust of Jacob or number even a fourth of Israel? Let me die the death of the righteous; let my end be
Then too, I saw the burial of the wicked who used to go in and out of the holy place, and they were praised in the city
Do not take my soul away with sinners, or my life with men of bloodshed,
One day the beggar died and was carried by the angels to Abraham’s side. And the rich man also died and was buried.