﻿Job.
Chapter 14.
Man, born of woman, is short of days and full of turmoil. 
He comes forth like a flower and withers; he flees like a shadow and does not remain. 
Do you open your eyes on such a one and bring me into judgment with you? 
Who can bring something clean out of something unclean? Not one! 
Since his days are determined and the number of his months is with you, since you have set bounds he cannot pass, 
look away from him and let him rest, so that he may enjoy his day like a hired worker. 
For there is hope for a tree: if it is cut down, it will sprout again, and its shoots will not cease. 
Though its root grows old in the earth and its stump dies in the dust, 
at the scent of water it will bud and put forth branches like a plant. 
But a man dies and is powerless; a human being breathes his last, and where is he? 
As waters disappear from the sea and a river runs dry and dries up, 
so a man lies down and does not rise; until the heavens are no more, they will not awake, nor will they be roused from their sleep. 
If only you would hide me in Sheol and conceal me until your anger passes, appoint me a set time and remember me! 
If a man dies, will he live again? All the days of my hard service I would wait until my relief came. 
You would call, and I would answer you; you would long for the work of your hands. 
Then you would number my steps; you would not watch over my sin. 
My transgression would be sealed up in a bag, and you would cover over my iniquity. 
But a falling mountain crumbles, and a rock is moved from its place. 
Water wears away stones; its outpourings wash away the dust of the earth. So you destroy a mortal's hope. 
You overpower him forever, and he departs; you change his face and send him away. 
His sons are honored, but he does not know it; they are brought low, but he does not perceive it. 
Only his own flesh feels pain, and his soul mourns over him.” 
