I survey the heaven and the stars

This Hebrew poem (formatted here in a prose paragraph) is about life and death. It begins with praise of the glorious intricacy and interconnectedness of God’s created earth (see Isaiah 40:22: “[God] stretches out the heavens like a curtain and spreads them out like a tent to dwell in”) and ends with a grim statement about death’s inevitability. We will all die one day, the poet tells us, our bodies breaking like pottery.