Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live, and is full of divers miseries.

If thou wouldest but call me, I should obey thee: only despise not the work of thine own hands.

"For thou hast numbered all my goings, yet be not thou too extreme upon my sins.

Thou hast sealed up mine offenses, as it were in a bag: but be merciful unto my wickedness.

The mountains fall away at the last, the rocks are removed out of their place;

Whether his children come to worship or no, he cannot tell: And if they be men of low degree, he knoweth not.

While he liveth, his flesh must have travail: And while the soul is in him, he must be in sorrow."

the waters pierce through the very stones by little and little, the floods wash away the gravel and the earth. Even so destroyest thou the hope of man in like manner.

Thou prevailest against him, so that he passeth away; thou changes his estate, and puttest him from thee.

Who can make it clean, that cometh from an unclean thing? Nobody.

May a dead man live again? All the days of this my pilgrimage am I looking, till my changing shall come.

"If a tree be cut down, there is some hope yet, that it will sprout and shoot forth the branches again;

The days of man are short, the number of his months are known only to thee. Thou hast appointed him his bounds; he cannot go beyond them.

but when man sleepeth, he riseth not again, until the heaven perish: he shall not wake up nor rise out of his sleep.

He cometh up and is cut down like a flower. He flyeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one state.

But as for man; when he is dead, perished and consumed away, what becometh of him?

O that thou wouldest keep me, and hide me in the hell, until thy wrath were stilled: and to appoint me a time, wherein thou mightest remember me.

Go from him, that he may rest until his day come: which he looketh for, like as a hireling doth.

The floods when they be dried up, and the rivers when they be empty, are filled again through the flowing waters of the sea:

Doest thou open thine eyes upon such one, and bringest me in thy judgment?

For though a root be waxen old and dead in the ground,

yet when the stock getteth the scent of water, it will bud, and bring forth bows, like as when it was first planted.