“Remember that my life is but breath [a puff of wind, a sigh];
My eye will not see good again.

He is full of sap before the sun, and his sprout shooteth forth over his garden;

They sweep by like boats made of papyrus,
like an eagle swooping down on its prey.

If I have washed myself with snow-water, And purified with soap my hands,

If he sweep on, or shut up, or call together, Who then shall hinder him?

Terror will overtake him like a flood, at night, a tornado will sweep him away.

An east wind shall lift him up, and he shall depart, and it shall sweep him away out of his place;

since I don't know the first thing about how to flatter; and the one who made me would sweep me away as if I were nothing."