Job 14

“Man, who is born of a woman,

He grows up like a flower, and is cut down.

Do you open your eyes on such a one,

Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean?

Seeing his days are determined,

Look away from him, that he may rest,

“For there is hope for a tree,

Though its root grows old in the earth,

yet through the scent of water it will bud,

But man dies, and is laid low.

As the waters fail from the sea,

so man lies down and doesn’t rise.

“Oh that you would hide me in Sheol,

If a man dies, shall he live again?

You would call, and I would answer you.

But now you count my steps.

My disobedience is sealed up in a bag.

“But the mountain falling comes to nothing.

The waters wear the stones.

You forever prevail against him, and he departs.

His sons come to honor, and he doesn’t know it.

But his flesh on him has pain,