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You will have to sweat
to earn a living;
you were made out of soil,
and you will once again
turn into soil.”
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Why is life so hard?
Why do we suffer?
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and my days are running out
quicker than the thread
of a fast-moving needle.
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Life is short and sorrowful
for every living soul.
We are flowers that fade
and shadows that vanish.
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Smile on me, your servant.
Have pity and rescue me.
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You made my life short,
so brief that the time
means nothing to you.
“Human life is but a breath,
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and it disappears
like a shadow.
Our struggles are senseless;
we store up more and more,
without ever knowing
who will get it all.
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and it disappears
like a shadow.
Our struggles are senseless;
we store up more and more,
without ever knowing
who will get it all.
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At your command we die
and turn back to dust,
but a thousand years
mean nothing to you!
They are merely a day gone by
or a few hours in the night.
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Teach us to use wisely
all the time we have.
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In the beginning, Lord,
you laid the earth's foundation
and created the heavens.
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We humans are like grass
or wild flowers
that quickly bloom.
But a scorching wind blows,
and they quickly wither
to be forever forgotten.
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Once they die and are buried,
that will be the end
of all their plans.
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No one who lived in the past
is remembered anymore,
and everyone yet to be born
will be forgotten too.
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Suddenly they lose everything in a bad business deal, then have nothing to leave for their children.
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Life is short and meaningless, and it fades away like a shadow. Who knows what is best for us? Who knows what will happen after we are gone?
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It's better to go to a funeral
than to attend a feast;
funerals remind us
that we all must die.
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We cannot control the wind or determine the day of our death. There is no escape in time of war, and no one can hide behind evil.
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As long as we are alive, we still have hope, just as a live dog is better off than a dead lion.
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The world of the dead has opened its mouth wide and is eagerly waiting for the leaders of Jerusalem and for its noisy crowds, especially for those who take pride in that city.
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