Isaiah 2:22
Ceasse therfore from man in whose nosethrilles there is breath: for wherin is he to be accompted of?
Ceasse therfore from man in whose nosethrilles there is breath: for wherin is he to be accompted of?
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3His spirite shall depart out of hym, he shall turne agayne to his earth: at that day all his thoughtes shall perishe.
4Blessed is he vnto whom the God of Iacob is an ayde: his trust is in God his Lorde.
17What is man that thou doest magnifie him? and that thou settest thy heart vpon him?
3O God, what is man that thou doest knowe hym? what is the sonne of man that thou doest thynke of hym?
4Man is lyke a thyng of naught: his dayes be lyke a shadowe that passeth away.
14If he set his heart vpon man and gather vnto hym selfe his spirite and his breath,
15All fleshe shall come to naught at once, and all men shall turne againe vnto dust.
10But as for man, when he is dead, perished, and consumed away, what becommeth of him?
21And they shall creepe into the cliftes of the rockes, and into the toppes of the harde stones for feare of the Lorde, and for the glorie of his maiestie, when he ariseth to destroy the wicked ones of the earth.
10Get thee into the rocke, and hyde thee in the grounde for feare of the Lorde, and for the glorie of his maiestie.
11The high lookes of man shalbe brought lowe, and the hautinesse of men shalbe bowed downe: and the Lorde alone shalbe exalted in that day.
12Neuerthelesse, man can not abyde in such honour: he is but lyke vnto bruite beastes that perishe.
5Behold thou hast made my dayes as it were an hand breadth long, & mine age is euen as nothing before thee: truely euery man is al together vanitie. Selah.
6Truely man walketh in a vayne shadowe, truely he and all his do disquiet them selues in vayne: he heapeth vp riches, & can not tel who shal vse them.
10In whose hande is the soule of euery liuing thing, and the breath of all mankinde.
6Howe much more then man that is but corruption, and the sonne of man which is but a worme?
9As 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.
2He commeth vp, and is cut downe like a floure: He fleeth as it were a shadow, and neuer continueth in one state.
3Doest thou open thyne eyes vpon such one, and bringest me into thy iudgement?
5Thus 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.
3Wherfore are we counted as beastes, and reputed so vyle in your sight?
29When thou hydest thy face, they are troubled: when thou takest away their spirite, they dye, and are turned agayne to their dust.
13That thy minde is so pufte vp against God, and lettest such wordes go out of thy mouth?
14What is man, that he should be cleane? and he which is borne of a woman, whereby he might be righteous?
15The dayes of man are as the dayes of an hearbe: he florisheth as a flowre in the fielde.
7The grasse is withered, the floure falleth away, for the breath of the Lord bloweth vpon them: of a trueth the people are grasse.
17Shall man be more iust then God? or shall a man be purer then his maker?
11Many thinges there be that encrease vanitie, and what hath a man els?
25He that feareth men shall haue a fall: but who so putteth his trust in the Lorde, is without daunger.
28His breath is a vehement flud of water, that reacheth vp to the necke: that he may sift away the heathen in the siue of vanitie, and his breath is a brydle of errour in the iawes of the people.
12Yea I, euen I am he that in all thynges geueth you consolation: What art thou then that fearest a mortall man & the childe of man, which goeth away as doth the floure?
3Talke no more proudly, let not arrogancie come out of your mouthes: for the Lorde is a God of knowledge, and his purposes come to passe.
18To whom then wyll ye lyken God? or what similitude will ye set vp to him?
47Remember what I am, howe short my tyme is of lyfe: wherfore hast thou created in vayne all the sonnes of men?
48What man is he that lyueth and shall not see death? can he delyuer his owne soule from the hande of hell? Selah.
14And 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.
11Thou doest chasten man, rebukyng him for sinne: thou as a moth doest consume his excellencie, for in very deede euery man is but vanitie. Selah.
3Whyle my breath is in me, and the winde that God hath geuen me is in my nostrels,
17They haue eares and they heare not: yea there is no breath in their mouth.
24For all fleshe is as grasse, and all the glorie of man, is as the flowre of grasse. The grasse withereth, and the flowre falleth away:
21Who knoweth the spirite of man that goeth vpwarde, & the breath of the beast that goeth downe to the earth?
23Nowe I knowe (O Lord) that it is not in mans power to order his owne wayes, or to rule his owne steppes and goinges.
2O ye sonnes of men, how long wyll ye go about to bryng my glory to confusion? ye loue vanitie, ye seeke after lyes. Selah.
4Hast thou fleshy eyes? or doest thou loke as a man loketh?
11Shall not his excellencie make you afrayde? Shall not his terrible feare fall vpon you?
7The 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.
17If they be esteemed by their wisdome, all men are become fooles: confounded be all the casters of images, for the thing that they make, is but deceipt, and hath no breath.
4What is man that thou art myndfull of him? and the sonne of man that thou visitest hym?
19For it happeneth vnto men as it doth vnto beastes, euen one condition vnto them both: as the one dyeth so dyeth the other, yea they haue both one maner of breath: so that in this a man hath no preeminence aboue a beast, but are all subdued vnto vanitie.
2Let another man prayse thee, and not thyne owne mouth, yea other folkes, and not thyne owne lippes.