Study Desk

Shall, mortal man, be more just than GOD? Or a man be more pure than, his Maker?

Lo! in his own servants, he trusteth not, and, his own messengers, he chargeth with error:

How much more the dwellers in houses of clay, which, in the dust, have their foundation, which are crushed sooner than a moth:

Betwixt morning and evening, are they broken in pieces, With none to save, they utterly perish:

Is not their tent-rope within them, torn away? They die, disrobed of wisdom!