Is there not a warfare to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling?
For what careth he for his house after him, When the number of his months is cut off?
My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, Because of my foolishness.
and he made of one every nation of men to dwell on all the face of the earth, having determined (their) appointed seasons, and the bounds of their habitation;