Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live, and is full of divers miseries. He cometh up and is cut down like a flower. He flyeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one state. Doest thou open thine eyes upon such one, and bringest me in thy judgment? read more.
Who can make it clean, that cometh from an unclean thing? Nobody. 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. Go from him, that he may rest until his day come: which he looketh for, like as a hireling doth. "If a tree be cut down, there is some hope yet, that it will sprout and shoot forth the branches again; 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. But as for man; when he is dead, perished and consumed away, what becometh of him?