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But man, despite his riches, doesn't endure. He is like the animals that perish.
David swore moreover, and said, "Your father knows well that I have found favor in your eyes; and he says, 'Don't let Jonathan know this, lest he be grieved:' but truly as Yahweh lives, and as your soul lives, there is but a step between me and death."
My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.
He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes away, and doesn't come again.
For he knows how we are made. He remembers that we are dust.
"As when one plows and breaks up the earth, our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol."
Stop trusting in man, whose breath is in his nostrils; for of what account is he?
The voice of one saying, "Cry!" One said, "What shall I cry?" "All flesh is like grass, and all its glory is like the flower of the field.
For we have all become as one who is unclean, and all our righteousness is as a polluted garment: and we all fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.
For, "All flesh is like grass, and all of man's glory like the flower in the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls;
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But man, despite his riches, doesn't endure. He is like the animals that perish.
David swore moreover, and said, "Your father knows well that I have found favor in your eyes; and he says, 'Don't let Jonathan know this, lest he be grieved:' but truly as Yahweh lives, and as your soul lives, there is but a step between me and death."
My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.
He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes away, and doesn't come again.
For he knows how we are made. He remembers that we are dust.
"As when one plows and breaks up the earth, our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol."
Stop trusting in man, whose breath is in his nostrils; for of what account is he?
The voice of one saying, "Cry!" One said, "What shall I cry?" "All flesh is like grass, and all its glory is like the flower of the field.
For we have all become as one who is unclean, and all our righteousness is as a polluted garment: and we all fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.
For, "All flesh is like grass, and all of man's glory like the flower in the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls;