Yea, he loved the people; all his saints are in thy hand: and they sat down at thy feet; every one shall receive of thy words.
In whose hand is the soul of every living thing, and the breath of all mankind.
Also their love, and their hatred, and their envy, is now perished; neither have they any more a portion for ever in any thing that is done under the sun.
A fool also is full of words: a man cannot tell what shall be; and what shall be after him, who can tell him?