TSK · Isaiah 2:22

The Lorde God also dyd shape man, euen dust fro of the grounde, & breathed into his nosethrylles the breath of lyfe, and man was a lyuyng soule.

That my soule wisheth rather to perishe and die, then my bones to remayne.

What is man that thou art myndfull of him? and the sonne of man that thou visitest hym?

O God, what is man that thou doest knowe hym? what is the sonne of man that thou doest thynke of hym?

Beholde, all people are in comparison of hym as a droppe of a bucket full, and are counted as the least thyng that the ballaunce wayeth: yea and the Isles he taketh vp as a very litle thyng.

And yet can not ye tel what shall happen on the morowe. For what thyng is your lyfe? It is euen a vapour, that appeareth for a litle tyme, and then he vanisheth away.