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Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.

He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

And dost thou open thine eyes upon such a one, And bringest me into judgment with thee?

Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.

Seeing his days are determined, The number of his months is with thee, And thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;

Look away from him, that he may rest, Till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.

For there is hope of a tree, If it be cut down, that it will sprout again, And that the tender branch thereof will not cease.

Yet through the scent of water it will bud, And put forth boughs like a plant.

Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, And the stock thereof die in the ground;

If a man die, shall he live `again'? All the days of my warfare would I wait, Till my release should come.

So man lieth down and riseth not: Till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, Nor be roused out of their sleep.

Oh that thou wouldest hide me in Sheol, That thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, That thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!

`As' the waters fail from the sea, And the river wasteth and drieth up;

But man dieth, and is laid low: Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?

Thou wouldest call, and I would answer thee: Thou wouldest have a desire to the work of thy hands.

But now thou numberest my steps: Dost thou not watch over my sin?

My transgression is sealed up in a bag, And thou fastenest up mine iniquity.

But the mountain falling cometh to nought; And the rock is removed out of its place;

The waters wear the stones; The overflowings thereof wash away the dust of the earth: So thou destroyest the hope of man.

Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth; Thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away.

His sons come to honor, and he knoweth it not; And they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them.

But his flesh upon him hath pain, And his soul within him mourneth.

Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.

He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

And dost thou open thine eyes upon such a one, And bringest me into judgment with thee?

Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.

Seeing his days are determined, The number of his months is with thee, And thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;

Look away from him, that he may rest, Till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.

For there is hope of a tree, If it be cut down, that it will sprout again, And that the tender branch thereof will not cease.

Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.

He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

And dost thou open thine eyes upon such a one, And bringest me into judgment with thee?

Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.

Seeing his days are determined, The number of his months is with thee, And thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;

Look away from him, that he may rest, Till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.

For there is hope of a tree, If it be cut down, that it will sprout again, And that the tender branch thereof will not cease.

Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, And the stock thereof die in the ground;

Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, And the stock thereof die in the ground;

Yet through the scent of water it will bud, And put forth boughs like a plant.

Yet through the scent of water it will bud, And put forth boughs like a plant.

But man dieth, and is laid low: Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?

But man dieth, and is laid low: Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?

`As' the waters fail from the sea, And the river wasteth and drieth up;

So man lieth down and riseth not: Till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, Nor be roused out of their sleep.

`As' the waters fail from the sea, And the river wasteth and drieth up;

So man lieth down and riseth not: Till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, Nor be roused out of their sleep.

Oh that thou wouldest hide me in Sheol, That thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, That thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!

But the mountain falling cometh to nought; And the rock is removed out of its place;

If a man die, shall he live `again'? All the days of my warfare would I wait, Till my release should come.

And dost thou open thine eyes upon such a one, And bringest me into judgment with thee?

Seeing his days are determined, The number of his months is with thee, And thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;

He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

Yet through the scent of water it will bud, And put forth boughs like a plant.

So man lieth down and riseth not: Till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, Nor be roused out of their sleep.

But now thou numberest my steps: Dost thou not watch over my sin?

Look away from him, that he may rest, Till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.

Look away from him, that he may rest, Till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.

For there is hope of a tree, If it be cut down, that it will sprout again, And that the tender branch thereof will not cease.

Oh that thou wouldest hide me in Sheol, That thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, That thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!

My transgression is sealed up in a bag, And thou fastenest up mine iniquity.

My transgression is sealed up in a bag, And thou fastenest up mine iniquity.

But his flesh upon him hath pain, And his soul within him mourneth.

Oh that thou wouldest hide me in Sheol, That thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, That thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!

`As' the waters fail from the sea, And the river wasteth and drieth up;

Thou wouldest call, and I would answer thee: Thou wouldest have a desire to the work of thy hands.

`As' the waters fail from the sea, And the river wasteth and drieth up;

But his flesh upon him hath pain, And his soul within him mourneth.

If a man die, shall he live `again'? All the days of my warfare would I wait, Till my release should come.

His sons come to honor, and he knoweth it not; And they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them.

Thou wouldest call, and I would answer thee: Thou wouldest have a desire to the work of thy hands.

So man lieth down and riseth not: Till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, Nor be roused out of their sleep.

Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, And the stock thereof die in the ground;

But now thou numberest my steps: Dost thou not watch over my sin?

For there is hope of a tree, If it be cut down, that it will sprout again, And that the tender branch thereof will not cease.

And dost thou open thine eyes upon such a one, And bringest me into judgment with thee?

He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth; Thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away.

Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.

Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.

The waters wear the stones; The overflowings thereof wash away the dust of the earth: So thou destroyest the hope of man.

Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, And the stock thereof die in the ground;

Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth; Thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away.

Yet through the scent of water it will bud, And put forth boughs like a plant.

Seeing his days are determined, The number of his months is with thee, And thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;

But man dieth, and is laid low: Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?

The waters wear the stones; The overflowings thereof wash away the dust of the earth: So thou destroyest the hope of man.

Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.

But man dieth, and is laid low: Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?

But the mountain falling cometh to nought; And the rock is removed out of its place;

His sons come to honor, and he knoweth it not; And they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them.

Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.

The waters wear the stones; The overflowings thereof wash away the dust of the earth: So thou destroyest the hope of man.

But man dieth, and is laid low: Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?

Thou wouldest call, and I would answer thee: Thou wouldest have a desire to the work of thy hands.

Seeing his days are determined, The number of his months is with thee, And thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;

If a man die, shall he live `again'? All the days of my warfare would I wait, Till my release should come.

For there is hope of a tree, If it be cut down, that it will sprout again, And that the tender branch thereof will not cease.