Man that is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble: As a flower, he cometh forth - and fadeth, He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not. And yet upon such a one as this, hast thou opened thine eye? And, him, wouldst thou bring into judgment with thee? read more.
Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? Not one! If determined am his days, the number of his months, is with thee, Fixed times for him, thou hast appointed and he cannot go beyond. Look sway from him, that he may rest, Till he shall pay off, as a hireling, his day. Though there is - for a tree - hope, - if it should be cut down, that, again, it will grow, and, the tender branch thereof, will not cease; If its root, should become old in the earth, and, in the dust, its stock should die: Through the scent of water, it may break forth, and produce branches like a sapling, Yet, man, dieth, and is prostrate, Yea the son of earth doth cease to breathe, and where is he?