Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils, for how is he to be accounted of?
Thus says LORD: Cursed is the man who trusts in man, and makes flesh his arm, and whose heart departs from LORD.
Put not your trust in rulers, nor in the son of man, in whom there is no help.
men who know not of the morrow. For what is your life? For it will be a vapor that appears for a little while, and then also vanishes away--
what is man that thou remember him? And the son of man that thou succor him?
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.
Surely men of low degree are vanity, and men of high degree are a lie. In the balances they will go up. They are together lighter than vanity.
All in whose nostrils was the breath of the spirit of life, of all that was on the dry land, died.
And LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and man became a living soul.
(For my life is yet whole in me. And the spirit of God is in my nostrils.)
All the nations are as nothing before him. They are accounted by him as less than nothing, and vanity.
I, even I, am he who comforts you. Who are thou, that thou are afraid of man who shall die, and of the son of man who shall be made as grass,
And now we call the proud happy. Yea, those who work wickedness are built up. Yea, they challenge God, and escape.