²⁰ The womb forgets them,
    the worm^(A) feasts on them;^(B)
the wicked are no longer remembered^(C)
    but are broken like a tree.^(D)

¹¹ All your pomp has been brought down to the grave,^(A)
    along with the noise of your harps;^(B)
maggots are spread out beneath you
    and worms^(C) cover you.^(D)