¹ Man, born of woman! Of few days, and full of trouble!

⁷ For man to misery is born, And the sparks go high to fly.

²³ For all his days are sorrows, and his travail sadness; even at night his heart hath not lain down; this also `is' vanity.

⁴ And what? is man righteous with God? And what? is he pure -- born of a woman?

¹¹ Verily I say to you, there hath not risen, among those born of women, a greater than John the Baptist, but he who is least in the reign of the heavens is greater than he.

⁵ Lo, in iniquity I have been brought forth, And in sin doth my mother conceive me.

⁵ Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age `is' as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity `is' every man set up. Selah.

¹⁴ What `is' man that he is pure, And that he is righteous, one born of woman?

⁹ And Jacob saith unto Pharaoh, `The days of the years of my sojournings `are' an hundred and thirty years; few and evil have been the days of the years of my life, and they have not reached the days of the years of the life of my fathers, in the days of their sojournings.'

¹⁷ And I have hated life, for sad to me `is' the work that hath been done under the sun, for the whole `is' vanity and vexation of spirit.

²⁵ My days have been swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have not seen good,

⁶ My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.

¹ Is there not a warfare to man on earth? And as the days of an hireling his days?