His breath departs, to's earth he turns; that day his thoughts decay.
Thou hid'st thy face; they troubled are, their breath thou tak'st away; Then do they die, and to their dust return again do they.
God doth the counsel bring to nought which heathen folk do take; And what the people do devise of none effect doth make.
Thou dost unto destruction man that is mortal turn; And unto them thou say'st, Again, ye sons of men, return.