O put not your trust in princes, nor in any child of man, for there is no help in them.

But I refrain my soul and keep it low, like as a child that is weaned from his mother; Yea, my soul is even as a weaned child.

{To the Chanter upon Sheminith, a Psalm of David} Help me, LORD, for there is not one godly man left: for the faithful are diminished from among the children of men.

Thou turnest man to destruction; Again, thou sayest, "Come again, ye children of men."