²² Stop trusting in man, whose breath is in his nostrils; For of what account is he?

³ Don't put your trust in princes, Each a son of man in whom there is no help.

⁵ Thus says Yahweh: Cursed is the man who trusts in man, and makes flesh his arm, and whose heart departs from Yahweh.

³ Yahweh, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?

⁴ Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

¹⁴ Whereas you don't know what your life will be like tomorrow. For what is your life? For you are a vapor, that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away.

⁴ What is man, that you think of him? The son of man, that you care for him?

³ (For the length of my life is still in me, And the spirit of God is in my nostrils);

¹⁵ Behold, the nations are as a drop of a bucket, and are accounted as the small dust of the balance: Behold, he takes up the isles as a very little thing.

⁹ Surely men of low degree are just a breath, And men of high degree are a lie. In the balances they will go up. They are together lighter than a breath.

¹⁵ So that my soul chooses strangling, Death rather than my bones.

¹⁶ I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone; for my days are but a breath.

¹⁷ What is man, that you should magnify him, That you should set your mind on him,

¹⁸ That you should visit him every morning, And test him every moment?

¹⁹ How long will you not look away from me, Nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?

²⁰ If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, So that I am a burden to myself?

²¹ Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I shall not be."

²² All in whose nostrils was the breath of the spirit of life, of all that was on the dry land, died.

⁷ Yahweh God formed man from the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.