As a snail that melteth he goeth on, `As' an untimely birth of a woman, They have not seen the sun.
As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,
(Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants -- they have not seen light.)
If a man doth beget a hundred, and live many years, and is great, because they are the days of his years, and his soul is not satisfied from the goodness, and also he hath not had a grave, I have said, `Better than he `is' the untimely birth.'
The heaven and the earth shall pass away, but my words shall not pass away.
and the rich in his becoming low, because as a flower of grass he shall pass away;