The Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life.
The spirit of God hath made me, and the breath of the Almighty hath given me life.
We spend our years as a tale that is told.
What is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul?
Wherefore then hast Thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
The character of a people may be ruined by charity.