Job 14

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,

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:

¹¹As 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;

¹⁹The waters wear the stones;

²⁰Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth;

²¹His sons come to honor, and he knoweth it not;

²²But his flesh upon him hath pain,