Job

14 Man that is born of a woman Is of few days and full of trouble:

2 As a flower he cometh forth—and fadeth, He fleeth also as a shadow and continueth not.

3 And yet upon such a one as this hast thou opened thine eye? And him wouldst thou bring into judgment with thee?

4 Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? Not one!

5 If determined are his days the number of his months is with thee, Fixed times for him thou hast appointed and he cannot go beyond.

6 Look away from him that he may rest, Till he shall pay off as a hireling his day.

7 Though there is—for a tree—hope,—If it should be cut down that again it will grow, And the tender branch thereof will not cease;

8 If its root should become old in the earth, And in the dust its stock should die:

9 Through the scent of water it may break forth, And produce branches like a sapling

10 Yet man dieth and is prostrate, Yea the son of earth doth cease to breathe, and where is he?

11 Waters have failed from the sea, And a river may waste and dry up;

12 So a man hath lain down and shall not arise,—Until there are no heavens they shall not awake, Nor be roused up out of their sleep.

13 Oh that in hades thou wouldst hide me! That thou wouldst keep me secret until the turn of thine anger, That thou wouldst set for me a fixed time and remember me:

14 If a man die can he live again? All the days of my warfare would I wait, Until my relief should come:—

15 Thou shouldst call and I would answer thee,—For the work of thine own hand thou shouldst long.

16 For now my steps thou countest, Thou wilt not pass over my sin:

17 Sealed up in a bag is my transgression, And thou hast glued over mine iniquity.

18 But in very deed a mountain falling will lie prostrate, Or a rock moved out of its place:

19 Stones have been hollowed out by waters, The floods thereof wash away the dust of the earth, And the hope of mortal man thou hast destroyed:

20 Thou dost overpower him utterly and he departeth Disfiguring his face, so hast thou sent him away.

21 His sons come to honour And he knoweth it not, Or they are brought low And he perceiveth it not of them.

22 But his flesh for himself is in pain, And his soul for himself doth mourn.