For the sun rose up with the burning heat, and withered the grass. And the flower of it fell, and the beauty of its appearance perished. So also the rich man will fade away among his pursuits.

Was not Abraham our father made righteous from works, having offered up Isaac his son upon the altar?

Behold we put bits into the mouths of horses for them to obey us, and we guide about their whole body.

Be ye sorrowful, and mourn, and weep. Let your laughter be turned into mourning, and your joy into a downcast look.

Be ye made lower in the sight of the Lord, and he will lift you up.

Go now, ye rich, weep, howling for your miseries that are approaching.