‘How much more those who dwell in houses of clay,
Whose foundation is in the dust,
Who are crushed before the moth!

How much less one who is detestable and corrupt,
Man, who drinks iniquity like water!

How much less man, that maggot,
And the son of man, that worm!”

If I have gloated because my wealth was great,
And because my hand had secured so much;

“How much less when you say you do not behold Him,
The case is before Him, and you must wait for Him!