By the sweat of your brow will you eat food, until you return to the ground, since from it were you taken. For you are dust, and to dust will you return.”
They are exalted for a little while and then they are gone; they are brought low and gathered up like all others, they are like heads of grain they wither.
No one has authority over the wind to restrain it, nor authority over the day of death. As no one is discharged during a battle, so wickedness cannot rescue its master.