And He remembereth that they `are' flesh, A wind going on -- and it returneth not.
And Jehovah saith, `My Spirit doth not strive in man -- to the age; in their erring they `are' flesh:' and his days have been an hundred and twenty years.
Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back.
I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
Remember Thou that my life `is' a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.
that which hath been born of the flesh is flesh, and that which hath been born of the Spirit is spirit.
who do not know the thing of the morrow; for what is your life? for it is a vapour that is appearing for a little, and then is vanishing;