19 In the sweat of your face you will eat bread* until you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken.+ For dust you are and to dust you will return.”+

9 Jacob said to Pharʹaoh: “The years of my wanderings* are 130. Few and distressing the years of my life have been,+ and they are not as long as the years of the lives of my forefathers during their wanderings.”*+

23 For during all his days, his occupation brings pain and frustration,+ and even at night his heart does not rest.+ This too is futility.