Job 25:6
How much less man -- a grub, And the son of man -- a worm!
How much less man -- a grub, And the son of man -- a worm!
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6 And I `am' a worm, and no man, A reproach of man, and despised of the people.
3 Jehovah, what `is' man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?
4 Man to vanity hath been like, His days `are' as a shadow passing by.
17 What `is' man that Thou dost magnify him? And that Thou settest unto him Thy heart?
4 And what? is man righteous with God? And what? is he pure -- born of a woman?
5 Lo -- unto the moon, and it shineth not, And stars have not been pure in His eyes.
13 For thou turnest against God thy spirit? And hast brought out words from thy mouth:
14 What `is' man that he is pure, And that he is righteous, one born of woman?
19 Also -- the inhabitants of houses of clay, (Whose foundation `is' in the dust, They bruise them before a moth.)
4 What `is' man that Thou rememberest him? The son of man that Thou inspectest him?
5 And causest him to lack a little of Godhead, And with honour and majesty compassest him.
26 Together -- on the dust they lie down, And the worm doth cover them over.
3 Wherefore have we been reckoned as cattle? We have been defiled in your eyes!
16 Also -- surely abominable and filthy Is man drinking as water perverseness.
10 What `is' that which hath been? already is its name called, and it is known that it `is' man, and he is not able to contend with him who is stronger than he.
11 For there are many things multiplying vanity; what advantage `is' to man?
5 Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
1 Man, born of woman! Of few days, and full of trouble!
2 As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.
3 Also -- on this Thou hast opened Thine eyes, And dost bring me into judgment with Thee.
22 Cease for you from man, Whose breath `is' in his nostrils, For -- in what is he esteemed?
17 `Is mortal man than God more righteous? Than his Maker is a man cleaner?
6 and one in a certain place did testify fully, saying, `What is man, that Thou art mindful of him, or a son of man, that Thou dost look after him?
14 And Thou makest man as fishes of the sea, As a creeping thing -- none ruling over him.
10 And a man dieth, and becometh weak, And man expireth, and where `is' he?
14 To corruption I have called: -- `Thou `art' my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' -- to the worm.
15 And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
11 With reproofs against iniquity, Thou hast corrected man, And dost waste as a moth his desirableness, Only, vanity `is' every man. Selah.
4 Eyes of flesh hast Thou? As man seeth -- seest Thou?
5 As the days of man `are' Thy days? Thy years as the days of a man?
6 That Thou inquirest for mine iniquity, And for my sin seekest?
12 And man in honour doth not remain, He hath been like the beasts, they have been cut off.
6 He is humbling `Himself' to look On the heavens and on the earth.
12 And man hath lain down, and riseth not, Till the wearing out of the heavens they awake not, Nor are roused from their sleep.
26 And after my skin hath compassed this `body', Then from my flesh I see God:
6 A brutish man doth not know, And a fool understandeth not this; --
11 Brought down to Sheol hath been thine excellency, The noise of thy psaltery, Under thee spread out hath been the worm, Yea, covering thee is the worm.
15 Expire doth all flesh together, And man to dust returneth.
5 Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age `is' as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity `is' every man set up. Selah.
28 And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
20 Forget him doth the womb, Sweeten `on' him doth the worm, No more is he remembered, And broken as a tree is wickedness.
15 There consume thee doth a fire, Cut thee off doth a sword, It doth consume thee as a cankerworm! Make thyself heavy as the cankerworm, Make thyself heavy as the locust.
7 As his own dung for ever he doth perish, His beholders say: `Where `is' he?'
21 Who knoweth the spirit of the sons of man that is going up on high, and the spirit of the beast that is going down below to the earth?
21 Surely now ye have become the same! Ye see a downfall, and are afraid.
16 Thy beholders look to thee, to thee they attend, Is this the man causing the earth to tremble, Shaking kingdoms?
6 Therefore do I loathe `it', And I have repented on dust and ashes.
12 I -- I `am' He -- your comforter, Who `art' thou -- and thou art afraid of man? he dieth! And of the son of man -- grass he is made!
2 And enter not into judgment with Thy servant, For no one living is justified before Thee.
15 Mortal man! as grass `are' his days, As a flower of the field so he flourisheth;