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1 Man that is born of a wom­an is of few days, and full of trou­ble. 2 He cometh forth like a flow­er, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shad­ow, and con­tin­ueth not. 3 And dost thou open thine eyes upon such an one, and bringest me into judg­ment with thee? 4 Who can bring a clean thing out of an un­clean? not one. 5 See­ing his days are de­ter­mined, the num­ber of his months are with thee, thou hast ap­point­ed his bounds that he can­not pass; 6 Turn from him, that he may rest, till he shall ac­com­plish, as an 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 the root there­of wax old in the earth, and the stock there­of die in the ground; 9 Yet through the scent of wa­ter it will bud, and bring forth boughs like a plant. 10 But man di­eth, and wasteth away: yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he? 11 As the wa­ters fail from the sea, and the flood de­cayeth and dri­eth up: 12 So man li­eth down, and riseth not: till the heav­ens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be raised out of their sleep. 13 O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me se­cret, un­til thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest ap­point me a set time, and re­mem­ber me! 14 If a man die, shall he live again? all the days of my ap­point­ed time will I wait, till my change come. 15 Thou shalt call, and I will an­swer thee: thou wilt have a de­sire to the work of thine hands. 16 For now thou num­ber­est my steps: dost thou not watch over my sin? 17 My trans­gres­sion is sealed up in a bag, and thou sewest up mine in­iq­ui­ty. 18 And sure­ly the moun­tain falling cometh to nought, and the rock is re­moved out of his place. 19 The wa­ters wear the stones: thou wash­est away the things which grow out of the dust of the earth; and thou de­stroyest the hope of man. 20 Thou pre­vailest for ever against him, and he pas­seth: thou changest his coun­te­nance, and send­est him away. 21 His sons come to hon­our, and he knoweth it not; and they are brought low, but he per­ceiveth it not of them. 22 But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul with­in him shall mourn.