He will descend like rain on the mown grass, like showers that drench the earth.

You must give them the best of your grain, new wine, and olive oil, as well as the best of your wool when you shear your flocks.

The days of our lives add up to seventy years, or eighty, if one is especially strong. But even one’s best years are marred by trouble and oppression. Yes, they pass quickly and we fly away.