14:1 “Man, born of woman,
lives but a few days,
14:2 He grows up
he flees like a shadow, and does not remain.
14:3 Do you fix your eye
And do you bring me
28:1 The splendid crown of Ephraim’s drunkards is doomed,
the withering flower, its beautiful splendor,
situated
the crown of those overcome with wine.
28:4 The withering flower, its beautiful splendor,
situated at the head of a rich valley,
will be like an early fig before harvest –
as soon as someone notices it,
he grabs it and swallows it.
1:4 He shouts a battle cry
he makes all the rivers
Bashan and Carmel wither;
the blossom of Lebanon withers.