We never live to know if our children are praised or disgraced.
We feel no pain but our own, and when we mourn, it's only for ourselves.
Because after they are dead, they won't care what happens to their children."
Great for a while; gone forever! Sinners are mowed down like weeds, then they wither and die.
and it disappears like a shadow. Our struggles are senseless; we store up more and more, without ever knowing who will get it all.
She knows when to buy or sell, and she stays busy until late at night.
We know that we will die, but the dead don't know a thing. Nothing good will happen to them--they are gone and forgotten.
Our ancestors Abraham and Jacob have both rejected us. But you are still our Father; you have been our protector since ancient times.
and she was dying. But the women taking care of her said, "Don't be afraid--it's a boy!" She didn't pay any attention to them.