Job 14
1 
               Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.
               2 
               He comes forth like a flower, and is cut down: He flees also as a shadow, and continues
                  not.
                  
               3 
               And do you open your eyes upon such a one, And bring me into judgment with you?
               4 
               Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.
               5 
               Seeing his days are determined, The number of his months is with you, And you have
                  appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;
                  
               6 
               Look away from him, that he may rest, Till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his
                  day.
                  
               7 
               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.
                  
               8 
               Though its root wax old in the earth, And its stock die in the ground;
               9 
               Yet through the scent of water it will bud, And put forth boughs like a plant.
               10 
               But man dies, and is laid low: Yea, man gives up the ghost, and where is he?
               11 
               [As] the waters fail from the sea, And the river wastes and dries up;
               12 
               So man lies down and rises not: Till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake,
                  Nor be roused out of their sleep.
                  
               13 
               Oh that you would hide me in Sheol, That you would keep me secret, until your anger
                  be past, That you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
                  
               14 
               If a man die, shall he live [again]? All the days of my warfare would I wait, Till
                  my release should come.
                  
               15 
               You would call, and I would answer you: You would have a desire to the work of your
                  hands.
                  
               16 
               But now you number my steps: Do you not watch over my sin?
               17 
               My transgression is sealed up in a bag, And you fasten up mine iniquity.
               18 
               But the mountain falling comes to nothing; And the rock is removed out of its place;
               19 
               The waters wear the stones; Its overflowings wash away the dust of the earth:
                  So you destroy the hope of man.
                  
               20 
               You prevail for ever against him, and he passes; You change his countenance, and send
                  him away.
                  
               21 
               His sons come to honor, and he knows it not; And they are brought low, but he perceives
                  it not of them.
                  
               22 
               But his flesh upon him has pain, And his soul within him mourns.