For wealth maketh to itself wings, As an eagle it flieth to the heavens.

For riches are not to the age, Nor a crown to generation and generation.

He is not rich, nor doth his wealth rise, Nor doth he stretch out on earth their continuance.

Do not these -- all of them -- against him a simile taken up, And a moral of acute sayings for him, And say, Woe to him who is multiplying what is not his? Till when also is he multiplying to himself heavy pledges?

having known that, not with corruptible things -- silver or gold -- were ye redeemed from your foolish behaviour delivered by fathers,

we not looking to the things seen, but to the things not seen; for the things seen are temporary, but the things not seen are age-during.

Cause me to know, O Jehovah, mine end, And the measure of my days -- what it is,' I know how frail I am.