Cease to you from man of whom the breath is in his nose: for in what was he reckoned?
O Jehovah, what is man and thou wilt know him? the son of man, and thou wilt reckon him?
Thus said Jehovah: Cursed the man who shall trust in man, and set flesh his arm, and shall turn away his heart from Jehovah.
(Which know not that of the morrow. For what your life? For it is a steam, appearing for a little, and then invisible.)
And Jehovah God will form man of the dust from the earth, and will blow into his nostrils the breath of lives, and man shall be for a living soul.
All which the breath of the spirit of life in the nostrils of all which is in the dry land died.
And my soul will choose strangling; death rather than my bones.
Surely the sons of man vanity, the sons of man falsehood: to be brought up into the balances, they together of vanity.
Behold, the nations as a drop from a bucket; they were reckoned as the fine dust of the scales: behold, he will cast down the isles as small dust