9 (For of yesterday we 'are', and we know not, For a shadow 'are' our days on earth.)
10 Do they not shew thee -- speak to thee, And from their heart bring forth words?
11 'Doth a rush wise without mire? A reed increase without water?
12 While it 'is' in its budding -- uncropt, Even before any herb it withereth.
13 So 'are' the paths of all forgetting God, And the hope of the profane doth perish,
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