He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes and does not come again.
Yet you do not even know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
“Remember that my life is a breath; my eye will never again see good.
Then the Lord said, “My spirit shall not abide in mortals forever, for they are flesh; their days shall be one hundred twenty years.”
I loathe my life; I would not live forever. Let me alone, for my days are a breath.
Remember that you fashioned me like clay, and will you turn me to dust again?
What is born of the flesh is flesh, and what is born of the Spirit is spirit.