²² Cease for you from man, Whose breath `is' in his nostrils, For -- in what is he esteemed?

³ Trust not in princes -- in a son of man, For he hath no deliverance.

⁵ Thus said Jehovah: Cursed `is' the man who doth trust in man, And hath made flesh his arm, And from Jehovah whose heart turneth.

³ Jehovah, what `is' man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?

⁴ Man to vanity hath been like, His days `are' as a shadow passing by.

¹⁴ who do not know the thing of the morrow; for what is your life? for it is a vapour that is appearing for a little, and then is vanishing;

⁴ What `is' man that Thou rememberest him? The son of man that Thou inspectest him?

³ For all the while my breath `is' in me, And the spirit of God in my nostrils.

¹⁵ Lo, nations as a drop from a bucket, And as small dust of the balance, have been reckoned, Lo, isles as a small thing He taketh up.

⁹ Only -- vanity `are' the low, a lie the high. In balances to go up they than vanity `are' lighter.

¹⁵ And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.

¹⁶ I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.

¹⁷ What `is' man that Thou dost magnify him? And that Thou settest unto him Thy heart?

¹⁸ And inspectest him in the mornings, In the evenings dost try him?

¹⁹ How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.

²⁰ I have sinned, what do I to Thee, O watcher of man? Why hast Thou set me for a mark to Thee, And I am for a burden to myself -- and what?

²¹ Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!

²² all in whose nostrils `is' breath of a living spirit -- of all that `is' in the dry land -- have died.

⁷ And Jehovah God formeth the man -- dust from the ground, and breatheth into his nostrils breath of life, and the man becometh a living creature.