The birds of the heavens and the fish of the sea,
Whatever passes through the paths of the seas.

At the brightness that was before him his thick clouds passed, hail stones and coals of fire.

For a moment is passed in his anger, a life in his favour; at even weeping cometh for the night, and at morn there is rejoicing.

Yet he passed away, and lo, he was no more;
I sought him, but he could not be found.

For mine iniquities have passed over my head, As a heavy burden -- too heavy for me.

For mine iniquities passed over my head: as a heavy lifting up they will be loaded above me.

These things I remember and have poured out my soul within me: how I passed along with the multitude, how I went on with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a festive multitude.

Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.

For, lo, the kings assembled themselves,
They [came and] passed by together.

Be gracious to me, O God, be gracious and merciful to me,
For my soul finds shelter and safety in You,
And in the shadow of Your wings I will take refuge and be confidently secure
Until destruction passes by.

Let them be as a snail which melts away (secretes slime) as it goes along,
Like the miscarriage of a woman which never sees the sun.

He turned the sea into dry land; they passed through the river on foot. Let us rejoice in him there!

You allowed men to ride over our heads; we passed through fire and water, but you brought us out into a wide open place.

Their eye will come forth from fat: they passed over the imaginations of the heart

You walked through the sea; you passed through the surging waters, but left no footprints.

things we have heard and known
and that our fathers have passed down to us.

Thus He remembered that they were but flesh,
A wind that passes and does not return.

Over me hath Thy wrath passed, Thy terrors have cut me off,

Yes, in your eyes a thousand years are like yesterday that quickly passes, or like one of the divisions of the nighttime.

For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.

The days of our years, have, in them, three score years and ten, And, if, by reason of strength, they have fourscore years, Yet, their boast, is labour and sorrow, For it hath passed quickly, and we have flown away.

For the wind passes over it and it is no more,
And its place knows it no longer.

The cords of the unjust passed over me: I forget not thy law.

Then the waters had overflowed us, The stream passed over our soul,

Then passed over our soul had the proud waters.

Man is like a mere breath;
His days are like a shadow that passes away.

He has also established them forever and ever;
He has made a decree which shall not pass away.