¹⁵ Expire doth all flesh together, And man to dust returneth.

¹⁹ by the sweat of thy face thou dost eat bread till thy return unto the ground, for out of it hast thou been taken, for dust thou `art', and unto dust thou turnest back.'

⁷ And the dust returneth to the earth as it was, And the spirit returneth to God who gave it.

¹⁶ For, not to the age do I strive, nor for ever am I wroth, For the spirit from before Me is feeble, And the souls I have made.

²² It is the same thing, therefore I said, `The perfect and the wicked He is consuming.'

⁹ Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back.

²³ For I have known To death Thou dost bring me back, And `to' the house appointed for all living.

³ Thou turnest man unto a bruised thing, And sayest, Turn back, ye sons of men.

⁴ For a thousand years in Thine eyes `are' as yesterday, For it passeth on, yea, a watch by night.

⁵ Thou hast inundated them, they are asleep, In the morning as grass he changeth.

⁶ In the morning it flourisheth, and hath changed, At evening it is cut down, and hath withered.

⁷ For we were consumed in Thine anger, And in Thy fury we have been troubled.

⁸ Thou hast set our iniquities before Thee, Our hidden things at the light of Thy face,

⁹ For all our days pined away in Thy wrath, We consumed our years as a meditation.

¹⁰ Days of our years, in them `are' seventy years, And if, by reason of might, eighty years, Yet `is' their enlargement labour and vanity, For it hath been cut off hastily, and we fly away.

⁴ Fury is not in Me; Who giveth Me a brier -- a thorn in battle? I step into it, I burn it at once.