Lord, what is man that you take notice of him; the son of man, that you think of him?
How can any mortal be blameless, anyone born of woman be righteous?
What are human beings, that you make much of them, or pay them any heed?
When I see your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and stars that you set in place—
What is man that you are mindful of him, and a son of man that you care for him?
As for you, stop worrying about mortals, in whose nostrils is but a breath; for of what worth are they?
Instead, someone has testified somewhere: “What is man that you are mindful of him, or the son of man that you care for him?