Man, born of woman,
Is of afew
days and full of trouble.
He comes forth like a ablossom
He also flees like a shadow and does not remain.
And do You open Your eyes upon such a one
And bring me into alitigation
Who can bring a clean thing out from the unclean?
Since his days are adetermined
And the number of his months is with You;
Since You have appointed his bounds, and he cannot go beyond;
Look away from him that he may rest,
Until he fulfills his day like a hired hand.
For there is hope for a tree:
If it is cut down, it will asprout
And its tender shoot will not cease.
Though its root grows old in the earth,
And its trunk dies in the dirt,
At the scent of water it will bud
And will produce branches like a new plant.
But a man dies and is laid low;
Yes, a man expires, and then awhere
The waters of the sea recede,
And the river becomes parched and dried up:
So a man lies down and does not rise up;
Until the aheavens
are no more, 1he
will not awake,
Nor will 1he
be roused from 2his
Oh, that You would hide me in Sheol,
That You would conceal me until Your anger has passed,
That You would set me an appointed time and remember me!
If a man dies, will he live again?
All the days of my service I would wait,
Until a change for me should come.
You would call, and I would answer You;
You would long after the work of Your hands.
For now You number my steps.
Do You not watch over my sin?
My transgression has been sealed up in a bag,
And You have fastened up my iniquity.
However the mountain falls and crumbles,
And the rock moves from its place;
Waters wear away stones;
Their torrents wash away the dust of the earth:
So You destroy the hope of man.
You prevail forever against him, and he passes away;
You change his countenance and send him away.
His sons gain honor, but he does not know it;
And they become insignificant, but he does not perceive it.
Only the pain of his own flesh does he feel,
And his own soul mourns for him.