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III

10 Mortals are a mere breath,
    the sons of man but an illusion;(A)
On a balance they rise;[a]
    together they weigh nothing.

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Footnotes

  1. 62:10 On a balance they rise: precious objects were weighed by balancing two pans suspended from a beam. The lighter pan rises.

Our life ebbs away under your wrath;(A)
    our years end like a sigh.
10 Seventy is the sum of our years,
    or eighty, if we are strong;
Most of them are toil and sorrow;
    they pass quickly, and we are gone.

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16 I waste away: I will not live forever;(A)
    let me alone, for my days are but a breath.

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12 (A)For who knows what is good for mortals in life, the limited days of their vain life, spent like a shadow? Because who can tell them what will come afterward under the sun?(B)

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For our lifetime is the passing of a shadow;
    and our dying cannot be deferred
    because it is fixed with a seal; and no one returns.(A)

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