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.

Job 14

¹Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.

²He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

³And dost thou open thine eyes upon such an one, and bringest 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 are with thee, thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;

⁶Turn from him, that he may rest, till he shall accomplish, as an hireling, his day.

⁷For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease.

⁸Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground;

⁹Yet through the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth boughs like a plant.

¹⁰But man dieth, and wasteth away: yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?

¹¹As the waters fail from the sea, and the flood decayeth and drieth up:

¹²So man lieth down, and riseth not: till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be raised out of their sleep.

¹³O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!

¹⁴If a man die, shall he live again? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.

¹⁵Thou shalt call, and I will answer thee: thou wilt have a desire to the work of thine hands.

¹⁶For now thou numberest my steps: dost thou not watch over my sin?

¹⁷My transgression is sealed up in a bag, and thou sewest up mine iniquity.

¹⁸And surely the mountain falling cometh to nought, and the rock is removed out of his place.

¹⁹The waters wear the stones: thou washest away the things which grow out of the dust of the earth; and thou destroyest the hope of man.

²⁰Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth: thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away.

²¹His sons come to honour, and he knoweth it not; and they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them.

²²But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.