Verse 22

Ceasse therfore from man in whose nosethrilles there is breath: for wherin is he to be accompted of?

Referenced Verses

  • Ps 146:3 : 3 His spirite shall depart out of hym, he shall turne agayne to his earth: at that day all his thoughtes shall perishe.
  • Jer 17:5 : 5 Thus saith the Lorde, Cursed be the man that putteth his trust in man, and that taketh fleshe for his arme, and he whose heart departeth from the Lord.
  • Ps 144:3-4 : 3 O God, what is man that thou doest knowe hym? what is the sonne of man that thou doest thynke of hym? 4 Man is lyke a thyng of naught: his dayes be lyke a shadowe that passeth away.
  • Ps 8:4 : 4 What is man that thou art myndfull of him? and the sonne of man that thou visitest hym?
  • Jas 4:14 : 14 And yet can not ye tel what shall happen on the morowe. For what thyng is your lyfe? It is euen a vapour, that appeareth for a litle tyme, and then he vanisheth away.
  • Job 27:3 : 3 Whyle my breath is in me, and the winde that God hath geuen me is in my nostrels,
  • Isa 40:15 : 15 Beholde, all people are in comparison of hym as a droppe of a bucket full, and are counted as the least thyng that the ballaunce wayeth: yea and the Isles he taketh vp as a very litle thyng.
  • Ps 62:9 : 9 As for the chyldren of men, they be onlye but vanitie, the chyldren of lordes be but a lye: vpon the wayghtes they be altogether lighter then vanitie in selfe.
  • Gen 2:7 : 7 The Lorde God also dyd shape man, euen dust fro of the grounde, & breathed into his nosethrylles the breath of lyfe, and man was a lyuyng soule.
  • Gen 7:22 : 22 So that all that had the breath of lyfe in his nostrilles throughout all that was on the drye lande, dyed.
  • Job 7:15-21 : 15 That my soule wisheth rather to perishe and die, then my bones to remayne. 16 I can see no remedy, I shall liue no more: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie. 17 What is man that thou doest magnifie him? and that thou settest thy heart vpon him? 18 Thou visitest him early and euery day, euery moment doest thou trie him. 19 Why goest thou not fro me, nor lettest me alone, so long till I may swalowe downe my spyttle? 20 I haue offended, what shall I do vnto the, O thou preseruer of men? Why hast thou set me as a marke against thee, so that I am a burden to my selfe? 21 Why doest thou not pardon my trespasses, and take away myne iniquitie? Behold, nowe must I sleepe in the dust, and if thou sekest me to morowe in the morning, I shal not be.