Man that is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble:
For, all his days, are pains, and, vexatious, is his employment, even in the night, his heart lieth not down, - even this, was, vanity.
And Jacob said unto Pharaoh, The days of the years of my sojournings, have been a hundred and thirty years, - Few and evil, have been the days of the years of my life, neither have they attained unto the days of the years of the lives of my fathers, in the days of their sojournings.
What is a mortal, that he should be pure? or that righteous should be one born of a woman?
How then shall, a mortal, be just with GOD? Or how shall he be pure who is born of a woman?
Lo! as hand-breadths, hast thou granted my days, and my life-time, is as nothing before thee, - Surely, a mere breath, are all men, even such as stand firm. Selah.
Verily, I say unto you - There hath not arisen, among such as are born of women, a greater than John the Immerser, - yet, he that is less in the kingdom of the heavens, is, greater than he.
Is there not a warfare to a mortal, upon earth? And, as the days of a hireling, are not his days?
My days, are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and they are spent, without hope.