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* Can mortal man be in the right before God? Can a man be pure before his Maker?
* Even in his servants he puts no trust, and his angels he charges with error;
* how much more those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed like the moth.
* Between morning and evening they are beaten to pieces; they perish forever without anyone regarding it.
* Is not their tent-cord plucked up within them, do they not die, and that without wisdom?
* Call now; is there anyone who will answer you? To which of the holy ones will you turn?
* Surely vexation kills the fool, and jealousy slays the simple.
* I have seen the fool taking root, but suddenly I cursed his dwelling.
* His children are far from safety; they are crushed in the gate, and there is no one to deliver them.
* The hungry eat his harvest, and he takes it even out of thorns, and the thirsty pant after his wealth.