What is man that thou wilt remember him? and the son of man that thou wilt review him?

Thou didst try my heart; thou didst review the night; thou didst refine me, thou wilt find nothing: I purposed, my mouth shall not pass by.

My strength is dried up like baked clay;
my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
You put me into the dust of death.

And thou Jehovah God of armies, God of Israel, awake to review all the nations: thou wilt not compassionate all covering iniquity. Silence.

O God of armies, turn back now: look from the heavens and see, and review this vine;

I have watched, and I am As a bird alone on the roof.

He lays the beams of his roof loft on the water above, making clouds his chariot, walking on the wings of the wind.

Remember us, O Jehovah: thy people with acceptance: review us with thy salvation;

May they become like a tuft of grass on a roof top, that withers before it takes root

If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.