Cease to you from man of whom the breath is in his nose: for in what was he reckoned?
Thus said Jehovah: Cursed the man who shall trust in man, and set flesh his arm, and shall turn away his heart from Jehovah.
Ye shall not trust in nobles: in the son of man, to him no salvation.
(Which know not that of the morrow. For what your life? For it is a steam, appearing for a little, and then invisible.)
What is man that thou wilt remember him? and the son of man that thou wilt review him?
Behold, the nations as a drop from a bucket; they were reckoned as the fine dust of the scales: behold, he will cast down the isles as small dust
Surely the sons of man vanity, the sons of man falsehood: to be brought up into the balances, they together of vanity.
All which the breath of the spirit of life in the nostrils of all which is in the dry land died.
And Jehovah God will form man of the dust from the earth, and will blow into his nostrils the breath of lives, and man shall be for a living soul.
For all the while my breath is in me, and the spirit of God in my nose;
All the nations as nothing before him; they were reckoned to him from nothing, and vanity.
I, I am he comforting you: who thou? and shalt thou be afraid of man he shall die, and of the son of man shall be given for grass?
And now we pronounce the proud happy; also they working injustice were built up; also they tried Jehovah and they will be delivered.