⁸ Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.

¹³ If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.

²³ For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.

¹⁵ My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

²⁷ And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment: