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A man flickers like a mirage.
He really has no more effect than a breeze.[a]
He piles things up, never knowing who will get them.

The Enduring Goodness of God

But now what do I wait for, Lord?
My hope is in you.
Save me from all my rebellious acts.
Do not let fools scorn me.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 39:6 Or he is all worked up for nothing