¹ Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.

⁷ But man is born unto trouble, As the sparks fly upward.

²³ For all his days are `but' sorrows, and his travail is grief; yea, even in the night his heart taketh no rest. This also is vanity.

⁴ How then can man be just with God? Or how can he be clean that is born of a woman?

¹¹ Verily I say unto you, Among them that are born of women there hath not arisen a greater than John the Baptist: yet he that is but little in the kingdom of heaven is greater than he.

⁵ Behold, I was brought forth in iniquity; And in sin did my mother conceive me.

⁵ Behold, thou hast made my days `as' handbreadths; And my life-time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. Selah

¹⁴ What is man, that he should be clean? And he that is born of a woman, that he should be righteous?

⁹ And Jacob said unto Pharaoh, The days of the years of my pilgrimage are a hundred and thirty years: few and evil have been the days of the years of my life, and they have not attained unto the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.

¹⁷ So I hated life, because the work that is wrought under the sun was grievous unto me; for all is vanity and a striving after wind.

²⁵ Now my days are swifter than a post: They flee away, they see no good,

⁶ My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.

¹ Is there not a warfare to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling?