Yet man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward.

How then can man be justified with God? or how can he be clean that is born of a woman?

For all his days are sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity.

And Jacob said unto Pharaoh, The days of the years of my pilgrimage are an hundred and thirty years: few and evil have the days of the years of my life been, and have not attained unto the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.

Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?

Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceive me.

Therefore I hated life; because the work that is wrought under the sun is grievous unto me: for all is vanity and vexation of spirit.

Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.

What is man, that he should be clean? and he which is born of a woman, that he should be righteous?

Verily I say unto you, Among them that are born of women there hath not risen a greater than John the Baptist: notwithstanding he that is least in the kingdom of heaven is greater than he.

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.