Job 14

LITV^{(i) 1} Man born of woman is short of days, and full of turmoil. ² He comes forth like a flower, and withers; he also flees as a shadow, and does not stand. ³ Also do You open Your eyes on such a one, and bring me into judgment with You? ⁴ Who gives a clean thing out of an unclean? No one! ⁵ Since his days are fixed, the number of his months is with You, and You have appointed his hounds, and he cannot pass over; ⁶ look away from him, so that he may rest, till he shall enjoy his day as a hireling. ⁷ For there is hope of a tree, if it is cut down, that it will sprout again, and its shoot will not cease. ⁸ Though its root becomes old in the earth, and its stump dies in the dust, ⁹ at the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth branches like a plant. ¹⁰ But man dies and is cut off, and man expires; and where is he? ¹¹ As the waters go away from the sea, and a river wastes away and dries up, ¹² Even so 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 Who will grant that You would hide me in Sheol; You would conceal me until Your anger turns back; that You would set a limit for me and remember me? ¹⁴ If a man dies, will he revive? All the days of my warfare I will wait, until my change comes. ¹⁵ You shall call, and I will answer You; You shall long to the work of Your hands. ¹⁶ For now You number my steps; do You not watch over my sin? ¹⁷ My transgression is sealed up in a bag, and You cover over my iniquity. ¹⁸ And surely a falling mountain crumbles away, and the rock moves out of its place. ¹⁹ The waters wear away stones; its outpouring washes the dust of the earth; and You cause the hope of man to perish. ²⁰ You overpower him forever, and He goes. You change his face and send him away. ²¹ His sons come to honor, and he does not know; they fail, but he does not mark it. ²² But his flesh is pained within him; and his soul mourns over him.