Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.
How long wilt thou speak these things? And (how long) shall the words of thy mouth be (like) a mighty wind?
Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged; And though I forbear, what am I eased?
Behold, all of them, their works are vanity (and) nought; their molten images are wind and confusion.