‏ Job 14

1Man, that is born of woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble. 2He cometh forth as a flower, and is cut down; He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not. 3And dost thou fix thine eyes upon such a one? And dost thou bring me into judgment with thee? 4Who can produce a clean thing from an unclean? Not one. 5Seeing that his days are determined, And the number of his months, with thee, And that thou hast appointed him bounds which he cannot pass, 6O turn thine eyes from him, and let him rest, That he may enjoy, as a hireling, his day! 7For there is hope for a tree, If it be cut down, that it will sprout again, And that its tender branches will not fail; 8Though its root may have grown old in the earth, And though its trunk be dead upon the ground, 9Through the scent of water it will bud, And put forth boughs, like a young plant. 10But man dieth, and he is gone! Man expireth, and where is he? 11The waters fail from the lake; And the stream wasteth and drieth up; 12So man lieth down, and riseth not; Till the heavens be no more, he shall not awake, Nor be roused from his sleep. 13O that thou wouldst hide me in the under-world! That thou wouldst conceal me till thy wrath be past! That thou wouldst appoint me a time, and then remember me! 14If a man die, can he live again? All the days of my war-service would I wait, Till my change should come. 15Thou wilt call, and I will answer thee; Thou wilt have compassion upon the work of thy hands! 16But now thou numberest my steps; Thou watchest over my sins. 17My transgression is sealed up in a bag; Yea, thou addest unto my iniquity. 18As the mountain falling cometh to nought, And the rock is removed from its place; 19As the waters wear away the stones, And the floods wash away the dust of the earth, So thou destroyest the hope of man. 20Thou prevailest against him continually, and he perisheth; Thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away. 21His sons come to honor, but he knoweth it not; Or they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not. 22But his flesh shall have pain for itself alone; For itself alone shall his soul mourn.
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