Have no more to do with man, whose life is only a breath, for he is of no value.
And the Lord God made man from the dust of the earth, breathing into him the breath of life: and man became a living soul.
Everything on the dry land, in which was the breath of life, came to its end.
For all my breath is still in me, and the spirit of God is my life;
Put not your faith in rulers, or in the son of man, in whom there is no salvation.
Truly men of low birth are nothing, and men of high position are not what they seem; if they are put in the scales together they are less than a breath.
What is man, that you keep him in mind? the son of man, that you take him into account?
See, the nations are to him like a drop hanging from a bucket, and like the small dust in the scales: he takes up the islands like small dust.
All the nations are as nothing before him; even less than nothing, a thing of no value.
I, even I, am your comforter: are you so poor in heart as to be in fear of man who will come to an end, and of the son of man who will be like grass?
This is what the Lord has said: Cursed is the man who puts his faith in man, and makes flesh his arm, and whose heart is turned away from the Lord.
And now to us the men of pride seem happy; yes, the evil-doers are doing well; they put God to the test and are safe.
When you are not certain what will take place tomorrow. What is your life? It is a mist, which is seen for a little time and then is gone.