Job 141Man, who is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble. 2He comes forth like a flower, and is cut down. He too flees as a shadow, and does not continue. 3And do thou open thine eyes upon such a one, and bring me into judgment with thee? 4Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? Not one. 5Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months is with thee, and thou have appointed his bounds that he cannot pass, 6look away from him, that he may rest, till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day. 7For there is hope of a tree, if it is cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch of it will not cease. 8Though the root of it grows old in the earth, and the trunk of it dies in the ground, 9yet through the scent of water it will bud, and put forth boughs like a plant. 10But man dies, and is laid low. Yea, man gives up the spirit, and where is he? 11As the waters fail from the sea, and the river wastes away and dries up, 12so man lies down and does not rise. Till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be roused out of their sleep. 13O that thou would hide me in Sheol, that thou would keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou would appoint for me a set time, and remember me! 14If a man dies, shall he live again? All the days of my warfare I would wait till my release should come. 15Thou would call, and I would answer thee. Thou would have a desire to the work of thy hands. 16But now thou number my steps. Do thou not watch over my sin? 17My transgression is sealed up in a bag, and thou fasten up my iniquity. 18But the falling mountain comes to nothing, and the rock is removed out of its place. 19The waters wear the stones. The overflowings of it wash away the dust of the earth. So thou destroy the hope of man. 20Thou prevail forever against him, and he passes. Thou change his countenance, and send him away. 21His sons come to honor, and he does not know it, and they are brought low, but he does not perceive it of them. 22But his flesh upon him has pain, and his soul within him mourns.
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