What time they wax warm, they vanish; When it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.

If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; To the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister;

They lie down alike in the dust, And the worm covereth them.

The womb shall forget him; The worm shall feed sweetly on him; He shall be no more remembered; And unrighteousness shall be broken as a tree.

How much less man, that is a worm! And the son of man, that is a worm!

How hast thou helped him that is without power! How hast thou saved the arm that hath no strength!

Then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder-blade, And mine arm be broken from the bone.

By reason of the multitude of oppressions they cry out; They cry for help by reason of the arm of the mighty.

How thy garments are warm, When the earth is still by reason of the south wind ?

And from the wicked their light is withholden, And the high arm is broken.

Or hast thou an arm like God? And canst thou thunder with a voice like him?