Job 14

Coverdale^{(i) 1} Man that is borne of a woman, hath but a shorte tyme to lyue, and is full of dyuerse miseries. ² He cometh vp, and falleth awaye like a floure. He flyeth as it were a shadowe, and neuer continueth in one state. ³ Thinkest thou it now well done, to open thine eyes vpon soch one, and to brynge me before the in iudgment? ⁴ Who can make it cleane, that commeth of an vncleane thinge? No body. ⁵ The dayes of man are shorte, ye nombre of his monethes are knowne only vnto the. Thou hast apoynted him his boundes, he can not go beyonde them. ⁶ Go from him, that he maye rest a litle: vntill his daye come, which he loketh for, like as an hyrelinge doth. ⁷ Yf a tre be cutt downe, there is some hope yet, that it will sproute and shute forth the braunches againe: ⁸ For though a rote be waxen olde and deed in the grounde, yet whe the stocke ⁹ getteth the sent of water, it will budde, and brynge forth bowes, like as when it was first planted. ¹⁰ But as for man, when he is deed, perished and consumed awaye, what becommeth of him? ¹¹ The floudes when they be dryed vp, & the ryuers when they be emptie, are fylled agayne thorow the flowinge waters of the see: ¹² but when man slepeth, he ryseth not agayne, vntill the heauen perish: he shal not wake vp ner ryse out of his slepe. ¹³ O that thou woldest kepe me, and hyde me in the hell, vntill thy wrath were stilled: & to appoynte me a tyme, wherin thou mightest remembre me. ¹⁴ Maye a deed man lyue agayne? All the dayes of this my pilgremage am I lokynge, when my chaunginge shal come. ¹⁵ Yf thou woldest but call me, I shulde obeie the: only despyse not the worke of thine owne hondes. ¹⁶ For thou hast nombred all my goynges, yet be not thou to extreme vpon my synnes. ¹⁷ Thou hast sealed vp myne offences, as it were in a bagg: but be mercifull vnto my wickednesse. ¹⁸ The mountaynes fall awaye at the last, the rockes are remoued out of their place, ¹⁹ the waters pearse thorow the very stones by litle and litle, the floudes wa?she awaye the grauell & earth: Euen so destroyest thou the hope of man in like maner. ²⁰ Thou preuaylest agaynst him, so that he passeth awaye: thou chaungest his estate, and puttest him from the. ²¹ Whether his children come to worshipe or no, he can not tell: And yf they be men of lowe degre, he knoweth not. ²² Whyle he lyueth, his flesh must haue trauayle: and whyle the soule is in him, he must be in sorowe.