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“Certainly, man walks about like a mere shadow.
Indeed, they frantically rush around in vain,
gathering possessions
without knowing who will get them.

You make us quarrel with our neighbors;
our enemies make fun of us.

You uprooted a vine from Egypt;
You drove out the nations and planted it.

Return, God of Hosts.
Look down from heaven and see;
take care of this vine,

It is like fine oil on the head,
running down on the beard,
running down Aaron’s beard
onto his robes.