Job 14
1 “Man, who is born of woman, is short of days and full of trouble.
Man that is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble:
2 Like a flower, he comes forth, then withers away; like a fleeting shadow, he does not endure.
As a flower, he cometh forth—and fadeth, He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
3 Do You open Your eyes to one like this? Will You bring him into judgment before You?
And yet upon such a one as this, hast thou opened thine eye? And, him, wouldst thou bring into judgment with thee?
4 Who can bring out clean from unclean? No one!
Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? Not one!
5 Since his days are determined and the number of his months is with You, and since You have set limits that he cannot exceed,
If determined am his days, the number of his months, is with thee, Fixed times for him, thou hast appointed and he cannot go beyond.
6 look away from him and let him rest, so he can enjoy his day as a hired hand.
Look sway from him, that he may rest, Till he shall pay off, as a hireling, his day.
7 For there is hope for a tree: If it is cut down, it will sprout again, and its tender shoots will not fail.
Though there is—for a tree—hope, —if it should be cut down, that, again, it will grow, and, the tender branch thereof, will not cease;
8 If its roots grow old in the ground and its stump dies in the soil,
If its root, should become old in the earth, and, in the dust, its stock should die:
9 at the scent of water it will bud and put forth twigs like a sapling.
Through the scent of water, it may break forth, and produce branches like a sapling,
10 But a man dies and is laid low; he breathes his last, and where is he?
Yet, man, dieth, and is prostrate, Yea the son of earth doth cease to breathe, and where is he?
11 As water disappears from the sea and a river becomes parched and dry,
Waters, have failed from, the sea, and, a river, may waste and dry up;
12 so a man lies down and does not rise. Until the heavens are no more, he will not be awakened or roused from sleep.
So, a man, hath lain down, and shall not arise, until there are no heavens, they shall not awake, nor be roused up out of their sleep.
13 If only You would hide me in Sheol and conceal me until Your anger has passed! If only You would appoint a time for me and then remember me! (Sheol h7585)
Oh that, in hades, thou wouldst hide me! that thou wouldst keep me secret, until the turn of thine anger, that thou wouldst set for me a fixed time, and remember me: (Sheol h7585)
14 When a man dies, will he live again? All the days of my hard service I will wait, until my renewal comes.
If a man die, can he live again? All the days of my warfare, would I wait, until my relief should come: —
15 You will call, and I will answer; You will desire the work of Your hands.
Thou shouldst call, and, I, would answer thee, —For the work of thine own hand, thou shouldst long.
16 For then You would count my steps, but would not keep track of my sin.
For, now, my steps, thou countest, Thou wilt not pass over my sin:
17 My transgression would be sealed in a bag, and You would cover over my iniquity.
Sealed up in a bag, is my transgression, and thou hast glued over mine iniquity.
18 But as a mountain erodes and crumbles and a rock is dislodged from its place,
But, in very deed, a mountain falling, will lie prostrate, or, a rock moved out of its place:
19 as water wears away the stones and torrents wash away the soil, so You destroy a man’s hope.
Stones, have been hollowed out by waters, the floods thereof wash away the dust of the earth, and, the hope of mortal man, thou hast destroyed:
20 You forever overpower him, and he passes on; You change his countenance and send him away.
Thou dost overpower him utterly, and he departeth, Disfiguring his face, so, hast thou sent him away.
21 If his sons receive honor, he does not know it; if they are brought low, he is unaware.
His sons, come to honour, and he knoweth it not, Or they are brought low, and he perceiveth it not of them.
22 He feels only the pain of his own body and mourns only for himself.”
But, his flesh, for himself, is in pain, and, his soul, for himself, doth mourn.
