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Let your eyes be turned away from him, and take your hand from him, so that he may have pleasure at the end of his day, like a servant working for payment.

The waters go from a pool, and a river becomes waste and dry;

My wrongdoing is corded up in a bag, and my sin is shut up safe.

He comes out like a flower, and is cut down: he goes in flight like a shade, and is never seen again.

If his days are ordered, and you have knowledge of the number of his months, having given him a fixed limit past which he may not go;

If only a clean thing might come out of an unclean! But it is not possible.

But truly a mountain falling comes to dust, and a rock is moved from its place;

The stones are crushed small by the force of the waters; the dust of the earth is washed away by their overflowing: and so you put an end to the hope of man.

His sons come to honour, and he has no knowledge of it; they are made low, but he is not conscious of it.

For there is hope of a tree; if it is cut down, it will come to life again, and its branches will not come to an end.

So man goes down to his last resting-place and comes not again: till the heavens come to an end, they will not be awake or come out of their sleep.

If death takes a man, will he come to life again? All the days of my trouble I would be waiting, till the time came for me to be free.

Though its root may be old in the earth, and its cut-off end may be dead in the dust;

At the sound of your voice I would give an answer, and you would have a desire for the work of your hands.

You overcome him for ever, and he is gone; his face is changed in death, and you send him away.

For now my steps are numbered by you, and my sin is not overlooked.

Only his flesh still has pain, and his soul is sad.

If only you would keep me safe in the underworld, putting me in a secret place till your wrath is past, giving me a fixed time when I might come to your memory again!

As for man, the son of woman, his days are short and full of trouble.

But man comes to his death and is gone: he gives up his spirit, and where is he?

Is it on such a one as this that your eyes are fixed, with the purpose of judging him?

Still, at the smell of water, it will make buds, and put out branches like a young plant.