And there were born unto him seven sons and three daughters.

Let the day perish wherein I was born, And the night which said, There is a man-child conceived.

But man is born unto trouble, As the sparks fly upward.

But vain man is void of understanding, Yea, man is born as a wild ass's colt.

Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.

Art thou the first man that was born? Or wast thou brought forth before the hills?

What is man, that he should be clean? And he that is born of a woman, that he should be righteous?

The members of his body shall be devoured, Yea , the first-born of death shall devour his members.

How then can man be just with God? Or how can he be clean that is born of a woman?

Doubtless , thou knowest, for thou wast then born, And the number of thy days is great!