“Man, 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 also flees like a shadow, and does not continue.
3Do you open your eyes on such a one,
And bring me into judgment with you?
4Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean?
5Seeing his days are determined,
The number of his months is with you,
And you have appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;
6Look away from him, that he may rest,
Until he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.
7“For there is hope for a tree,
If it is cut down, that it will sprout again,
That its tender branch will not cease.
8Though its root grows old in the earth,
And its stock 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.
Yes, man gives up the spirit, and where is he?
11As the waters fail from the sea,
And the river wastes and dries up,
12So man lies down and does not rise;
Until the heavens are no more, they shall not awake,
Nor be roused out of their sleep.
13“Oh that you would hide me in the grave,
That you would keep me secret, until your wrath is past,
That you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
14If a man dies, shall he live again?
All the days of my warfare would I wait,
Until my release should come.
15You would call, and I would answer you.
You would have a desire to the work of your hands.
16But now you number my steps.
Do you not watch over my sin?
17My disobedience is sealed up in a bag.
You fasten up my iniquity.
18“But the mountain falling comes to nothing;
The rock is removed out of its place;
19The waters wear the stones;
Its torrents wash away the dust of the earth:
So you destroy the hope of man.
20You forever prevail against him, and he passes;
You change his face, and send him away.
21His sons come to honour, and he does not know it;
They are brought low, but he does not perceive it of them.
22But his flesh on him has pain;
His soul within him mourns.“