18 aHe puts no trust even in His slaves;
And against His angels He charges error.
19 How much more those who dwell in ahouses of clay,
Whose bfoundation is in the dust,
Who are crushed before the moth!
20 aBetween morning and evening they are broken in pieces;
Unobserved, they bperish forever.
21 Is not their atent‑cord pulled up within them?
They die, yet bwithout wisdom.’