Turn away from man in whose nostrils is breath, for of what account is he?
then the Lord God formed man of dust from the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living being.
everything on the dry land in whose nostrils was the breath of life died.
as long as my breath is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils;
Put not your trust in princes, in a son of man, in whom there is no help.
Men of low estate are but a breath, men of high estate are a delusion; in the balances they go up; they are together lighter than a breath.
what is man that thou art mindful of him, and the son of man that thou dost care for him?
Behold, the nations are like a drop from a bucket, and are accounted as the dust on the scales; behold, he takes up the isles like fine dust.
All the nations are as nothing before him, they are accounted by him as less than nothing and emptiness.
“I, I am he that comforts you; who are you that you are afraid of man who dies, of the son of man who is made like grass,
Thus says the Lord: “Cursed is the man who trusts in man and makes flesh his arm, whose heart turns away from the Lord.
Henceforth we deem the arrogant blessed; evildoers not only prosper but when they put God to the test they escape.’ ”
whereas you do not know about tomorrow. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.