The land shall not be sold for ever: for the land is mine; for ye are strangers and sojourners with me.
He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: and they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits all the day long.
Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.
Dearly beloved, I beseech you as strangers and pilgrims, abstain from fleshly lusts, which war against the soul;