Surely mean men are vanity, and great men are a lie; In balance laid, they wholly are more light than vanity.
Lo, thou my days an handbreadth mad'st; mine age is in thine eye As nothing: sure each man at best is wholly vanity.
Better to trust in God than make princes our confidence.
When with rebukes thou dost correct man for iniquity, Thou wastes his beauty like a moth: sure each man's vanity.
I said, when I was in my haste, that all men liars be.
Therefore, although the earth remove, we will not be afraid: Though hills amidst the seas be cast;
To many I a wonder am; but thou'rt my refuge strong.
When in me was o'erwhelm'd my sp'rit, then well thou knew'st my way; Where I did walk a snare for me they privily did lay.