Good people, why are you doing these things? We are men with the same feelings as you, and we give you the good news so that you may be turned away from these foolish things to the living God, who made the heaven and the earth and the sea and all things in them:

I, even I, am your comforter: are you so poor in heart as to be in fear of man who will come to an end, and of the son of man who will be like grass?

The grass becomes dry, the flower is dead; because the breath of the Lord goes over it: truly the people is grass.

A voice of one saying, Give a cry! And I said, What is my cry to be? All flesh is grass, and all its strength like the flower of the field.

Truly men of low birth are nothing, and men of high position are not what they seem; if they are put in the scales together they are less than a breath.

So let no one take pride in men. For all things are yours;

Put them in fear, O Lord, so that the nations may see that they are only men. (Selah.)

Whose birth was from God and not from blood, or from an impulse of the flesh and man's desire.

And you are my sheep, the sheep of my grass-lands, and I am your God, says the Lord.

How much less man who is an insect, and the son of man who is a worm!

But I am a worm and not a man; cursed by men, and looked down on by the people.