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But, a son of earth, though wealthy, cannot tarry, He hath made himself a by-word - Beasts, they resemble:
But David sware yet further, and said - Thy father, doth know, that I have found favour in thine eyes, therefore saith he, - Do not let Jonathan know this, lest he grieve; but, indeed, by the life of Yahweh, and by the life of thine own soul, surely there is but as it were a step betwixt me and death!
My heart, fluttereth, my strength hath forsaken me, and, as for the light of mine eyes, even they, are not with me:
So then he remembered, That, Flesh, they were, A Wind departing, that returneth not.
For, he, knoweth how we are formed, He is mindful that, dust, we are.
As when one plougheth and furroweth the earth, Scattered about, are our bones at the mouth of hades!
Cease ye from the son of earth, In whose nostrils is but a breath, - For wherein to be reckoned upon, is he?
A voice saying Cry! And one said - What should I cry? All flesh, is grass, And, all the grace thereof, like the flower of the field:
But we have become as one unclean all of us, And, as a garment polluted, were all our righteous doings, - And so we faded like a leaf all of us, And, our iniquity, as a wind, carried us away;
Inasmuch as - All flesh, is as grass, and, all the glory thereof, as the flower of grass, - The grass hath withered, and the flower hath fallen out,
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But, a son of earth, though wealthy, cannot tarry, He hath made himself a by-word - Beasts, they resemble:
But David sware yet further, and said - Thy father, doth know, that I have found favour in thine eyes, therefore saith he, - Do not let Jonathan know this, lest he grieve; but, indeed, by the life of Yahweh, and by the life of thine own soul, surely there is but as it were a step betwixt me and death!
My heart, fluttereth, my strength hath forsaken me, and, as for the light of mine eyes, even they, are not with me:
So then he remembered, That, Flesh, they were, A Wind departing, that returneth not.
For, he, knoweth how we are formed, He is mindful that, dust, we are.
As when one plougheth and furroweth the earth, Scattered about, are our bones at the mouth of hades!
Cease ye from the son of earth, In whose nostrils is but a breath, - For wherein to be reckoned upon, is he?
A voice saying Cry! And one said - What should I cry? All flesh, is grass, And, all the grace thereof, like the flower of the field:
But we have become as one unclean all of us, And, as a garment polluted, were all our righteous doings, - And so we faded like a leaf all of us, And, our iniquity, as a wind, carried us away;
Inasmuch as - All flesh, is as grass, and, all the glory thereof, as the flower of grass, - The grass hath withered, and the flower hath fallen out,