They are destroyed from morning to evening: they perish for ever without any regarding it.
Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
He shall redeem their soul from deceit and violence: and precious shall their blood be in his sight.
For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.
For we that are in this tabernacle do groan, being burdened: not for that we would be unclothed, but clothed upon, that mortality might be swallowed up of life.
And as a vesture shalt thou fold them up, and they shall be changed: but thou art the same, and thy years shall not fail.
Yea, I think it meet, as long as I am in this tabernacle, to stir you up by putting you in remembrance;