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Nevertheless man will not abide forever in honour; he is like the beasts that are cut off.
And David swore moreover, and said, Thy father certainly knows that I have found grace in thine eyes, and he saith in himself, Let Jonathan not know this lest he be grieved; but truly as the LORD lives and as thy soul lives, there is but a step between me and death.
My heart pants, my strength fails me; as for the light of my eyes, it also is gone from me.
For he remembered that they were but flesh: a wind that passes away and does not come again.
For he knows our frame; he remembers that we are dust.
Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol, as when one cuts and cleaves wood upon the earth.
Cease from man, whose breath is in his nostrils; for of what is he to be accounted of?
The voice that said, Cry. And I said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the mercy thereof is as the open flower of the field:
But we were all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses as filthy rags; and we all fell as the leaves of a tree; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.
For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls away,
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Nevertheless man will not abide forever in honour; he is like the beasts that are cut off.
And David swore moreover, and said, Thy father certainly knows that I have found grace in thine eyes, and he saith in himself, Let Jonathan not know this lest he be grieved; but truly as the LORD lives and as thy soul lives, there is but a step between me and death.
My heart pants, my strength fails me; as for the light of my eyes, it also is gone from me.
For he remembered that they were but flesh: a wind that passes away and does not come again.
For he knows our frame; he remembers that we are dust.
Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol, as when one cuts and cleaves wood upon the earth.
Cease from man, whose breath is in his nostrils; for of what is he to be accounted of?
The voice that said, Cry. And I said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the mercy thereof is as the open flower of the field:
But we were all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses as filthy rags; and we all fell as the leaves of a tree; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.
For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls away,