Job
2 Like a blossom he has come forth and is cut off,+
And he runs away like the shadow+ and does not keep existing.*
The number of his months is with you;
A decree for him you have made that he may not go beyond.
6 Turn your gaze from upon him that he may have rest,*+
Until he finds pleasure as a hired laborer does in his day.
7 For there exists hope for even a tree.
If it gets cut down, it will even sprout again,*+
And its own twig will not cease to be.
8 If its root grows old in the earth
And in the dust its stump dies,
9 At the scent of water it will sprout+
And it will certainly produce a bough like a new plant.+
13 O that in Sheʹol* you would conceal me,+
That you would keep me secret until your anger turns back,
14 If an able-bodied man* dies can he live again?+
All the days of my compulsory service I shall wait,+
Until my relief comes.+
15 You will call, and I myself shall answer you.+
For the work of your hands you will have a yearning.
18 However, a mountain itself, falling, will fade away,
And even a rock will be moved away from its place.
19 Water certainly rubs away even stones;
Its outpouring washes off earth’s dust.
So you have destroyed the very hope of mortal man.*
20 You overpower him forever so that he goes away;+
You are disfiguring his face so that you send him away.