1Man, that is born of a woman,
2He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down:
3And dost thou open thine eyes upon such a one,
4Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.
5Seeing his days are determined,
6Look away from him, that he may rest, Till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.
7For there is hope of a tree,
8Though the root thereof wax old in the earth,
9Yet through the scent of water it will bud,
10But man dieth, and is laid low:
11[As] the waters fail from the sea,
12So man lieth down and riseth not:
13Oh that thou wouldest hide me in Sheol,
14If a man die, shall he live [again]?
15Thou wouldest call, and I would answer thee:
16But now thou numberest my steps:
17My transgression is sealed up in a bag,
18But the mountain falling cometh to nought; And the rock is removed out of its place;
19The waters wear the stones; The overflowings thereof wash away the dust of the earth:
20Thou prevailest forever against him, and he passeth; Thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away.
21His sons come to honor, and he knoweth it not; And they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them.
22But his flesh upon him hath pain,