⁹ As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.

²⁸ I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent.

¹⁵ Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.

³ Therefore they shall be as the morning cloud and as the early dew that passeth away, as the chaff that is driven with the whirlwind out of the floor, and as the smoke out of the chimney.