Man, born of woman! Of few days, and full of trouble! As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not. Also -- on this Thou hast opened Thine eyes, And dost bring me into judgment with Thee. read more.
Who giveth a clean thing out of an unclean? not one. If determined are his days, The number of his months are with Thee, His limit Thou hast made, And he passeth not over; Look away from off him that he may cease, Till he enjoy as an hireling his day. For there is of a tree hope, if it be cut down, That again it doth change, That its tender branch doth not cease. If its root becometh old in the earth, And its stem doth die in the dust, From the fragrance of water it doth flourish, And hath made a crop as a plant. And a man dieth, and becometh weak, And man expireth, and where is he?