³⁹ And He remembereth that they `are' flesh, A wind going on -- and it returneth not.

³ And Jehovah saith, `My Spirit doth not strive in man -- to the age; in their erring they `are' flesh:' and his days have been an hundred and twenty years.

⁷ Remember Thou that my life `is' a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.

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;

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

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

¹⁴ For He hath known our frame, Remembering that we `are' dust.

¹⁵ Mortal man! as grass `are' his days, As a flower of the field so he flourisheth;

¹⁶ For a wind hath passed over it, and it is not, And its place doth not discern it any more.

⁶ that which hath been born of the flesh is flesh, and that which hath been born of the Spirit is spirit.