All flesh waxeth old as a garment

17.
All flesh waxeth old as a garment;
For the convenant from the beginning is, Thou shalt die the death.
18.
As of the leaves flourishing on a thick tree,
Some it sheddeth, and some it maketh to grow;
So also of the generations of flesh and blood,
One cometh to an end, and another is born.
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Yeshua Ben Sira
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