8
And employing his labours lewdly, he maketh a vain god of the same clay, even he which a little before was made of earth himself, and within a little while after returneth to the same, out when his life which was lent him shall be demanded.
9
Notwithstanding his care is, not that he shall have much labour, nor that his life is short: but striveth to excel goldsmiths and silversmiths, and endeavoureth to do like the workers in brass, and counteth it his glory to make counterfeit things.
10
His heart is ashes, his hope is more vile than earth, and his life of less value than clay:
11
Forasmuch as he knew not his Maker, and him that inspired into him an active soul, and breathed in a living spirit.
12
But they counted our life a pastime, and our time here a market for gain: for, say they, we must be getting every way, though it be by evil means.
The Brenton translation of the Septuagint is in the public domain.