Sons of a stranger fade away, And gird themselves by their close places.

Sons of a stranger fade away, And are slain out of their close places.

For as grass speedily they are cut off, And as the greenness of the tender grass do fade.

And consumed have been all the host of the heavens, And rolled together as a book have been the heavens, And all their hosts do fade, As the fading of a leaf of a vine, And as the fading one of a fig-tree.

And we are as unclean -- all of us, And as a garment passing away, all our righteous acts; And we fade as a leaf -- all of us. And our iniquities as wind do take us away.