Like a slug that dissolves in its slime, like a woman’s stillborn child, may they never see the sun.
Or why was I not hidden like a stillborn child, like an infant who never sees daylight?
A man may father a hundred children and live for many years; yet no matter how long he lives, if he is unsatisfied with
I have seen a wicked, ruthless man flourishing like a well-rooted native tree,
But the one who is rich should exult in his low position, because he will pass away like a flower of the field.
Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will never pass away.