We are sojourners before Thee, and strangers, as were all our fathers. Our days upon earth are as a shadow, and there is no stay. (1 Par. xxix. 15.)
Man, born of a woman, living for a short time, is filled with many miseries. He cometh forth like a flower and is destroyed, and fleeth as a shadow, and never continueth in the same state. And dost Thou think it meet to open Thy eyes upon such a one, and to bring him into judgment with Thee? (Job xiv. 1-3.)
We have not here a lasting city, but we seek one that is to come. (Heb. xiii. 14.)
The Death of the Wicked
THE praise of the wicked is short, and the joy of the hypocrite but for a moment. If his pride mount up even o heaven, and his head touch the clouds, in the end he hall be destroyed like a dunghill, and they that had seen him, shall say: Where ts he? (Job xx. 5-7.)
As a dream that fleeth away he shall not be found, he shall pass as a vision of the night. The eyes that had seen him, shall see him no more, neither shall his place any more behold him. (Job xx. 8-9.)
How often shall the lamp of the wicked be put out, and a deluge come upon them, and He shall distribute the sorrows of His wrath? They shall be as chaff before the face of the wind, and as ashes which the whirlwind scattereth. (Job xxi. 17-18.)
They shall suddenly die, and the people shall be troubled at midnight, and they shall pass, and take way the violent without hand. (Job xxxiv. 20.)
Poverty like water shall take hold on him, a tempest shall oppress him in the night. A burning wind shall take him up, and carry him away, and as a whirlwind shall snatch him from his place. And He shall cast upon him, and shall not spare. Out of His hand he would willingly see. He shall clasp his hands upon him, and shall hiss at him, beholding his place. (Job xxvii. 20-23.)
They shall shortly wither away as grass, and as the green herbs shall quickly fall. For yet a little while, and
