Indeed, the bed is too short to stretch out on, and its cover too small to wrap up in.
All of us have become like something unclean, and all our righteous acts are like a polluted garment; all of us wither like a leaf, and our iniquities carry us away like the wind.
The upper chambers were narrower because the galleries took away more space from them than from the lower and middle stories of the building.
What will you do on the day of punishment when devastation comes from far away? Who will you run to for help? Where will you leave your wealth?