Job 14

¹Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.

²He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

³And dost thou open thine eyes upon such a one, And bringest me into judgment with thee?

⁴Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.

⁵Seeing his days are determined, The number of his months is with thee, And thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;

⁶Look away from him, that he may rest, Till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.

⁷For 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.

⁸Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, And the stock thereof die in the ground;

⁹Yet through the scent of water it will bud, And put forth boughs like a plant.

¹⁰But man dieth, and is laid low: Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?

¹¹As the waters fail from the sea, And the river wasteth and drieth up;

¹²So man lieth down and riseth not: Till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, Nor be roused out of their sleep.

¹³Oh 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!

¹⁴If a man die, shall he live again? All the days of my warfare would I wait, Till my release should come.

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