In Hobbesian terms, life is short and brutish there.

A brutish man knoweth not neither doth a fool understand this.

Whoso loveth instruction loveth knowledge but he that hateth reproof is brutish.

Understand, ye brutish among the people and ye fools, when will ye be wise?

But they are altogether brutish and foolish the stock is a doctrine of vanities.

At that point, we'll start romanticizing the future again, instead of the nasty, brutish past.

But they are together brutish and foolish the instruction of idols! it is but a stock.

Surely I am more brutish than any man, and have not the understanding of a man.

For he seeth that wise men die, likewise the fool and the brutish person perish, and leave their wealth to others.

In the words of David Victor, of the University of California, San Diego, the coming Heat Age will be nasty, brutish, and hot.

Perhaps that befits creatures whose lives are solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short, to recall Thomas Hobbes description of the state of nature.

For the shepherds are become brutish, and have not inquired of Yahweh therefore they have not prospered, and all their flocks are scattered.

How could ordinary American soldiers, whether they were following orders or acting on their own, appear so untroubled, even exhilarated by their brutish conduct?

For the pastors are become brutish, and have not sought the LORD therefore they shall not prosper, and all their flocks shall be scattered.

These could be political injustice, the denial of human rights, a brutish life entrenched in pervasive poverty or something else yet to be uncovered.

Every man has become brutish without knowledge. Every goldsmith is disappointed by his image for his molten image is falsehood, and there is no breath in them.

Every man is brutish in his knowledge every founder is confounded by the graven image for his molten image is falsehood, and there is no breath in them.

Every man is brutish by his knowledge every founder is confounded by the graven image for his molten image is falsehood, and there is no breath in them.

Every man has become brutish and without knowledge every goldsmith is disappointed by his engraved image for his molten image is falsehood, and there is no breath in them.

I will pour out my indignation on you I will blow on you with the fire of my wrath and I will deliver you into the hand of brutish men, skillful to destroy.

And I will pour out mine indignation upon thee, I will blow against thee in the fire of my wrath, and deliver thee into the hand of brutish men, and skilful to destroy.

Surely the princes of Zoan are fools, the counsel of the wise counsellers of Pharaoh is become brutish how say ye unto Pharaoh, I am the son of the wise, the son of ancient kings?