Job 14
1 As for man, the son of woman, his days are short and full of trouble.
Man that is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble:
2 He comes out like a flower, and is cut down: he goes in flight like a shade, and is never seen again.
As a flower, he cometh forth—and fadeth, He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
3 Is it on such a one as this that your eyes are fixed, with the purpose of judging him?
And yet upon such a one as this, hast thou opened thine eye? And, him, wouldst thou bring into judgment with thee?
4 If only a clean thing might come out of an unclean! But it is not possible.
Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? Not one!
5 If his days are ordered, and you have knowledge of the number of his months, having given him a fixed limit past which he may not go;
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 Let your eyes be turned away from him, and take your hand from him, so that he may have pleasure at the end of his day, like a servant working for payment.
Look sway from him, that he may rest, Till he shall pay off, as a hireling, his day.
7 For there is hope of a tree; if it is cut down, it will come to life again, and its branches will not come to an end.
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 Though its root may be old in the earth, and its cut-off end may be dead in the dust;
If its root, should become old in the earth, and, in the dust, its stock should die:
9 Still, at the smell of water, it will make buds, and put out branches like a young plant.
Through the scent of water, it may break forth, and produce branches like a sapling,
10 But man comes to his death and is gone: he gives up his spirit, and where is he?
Yet, man, dieth, and is prostrate, Yea the son of earth doth cease to breathe, and where is he?
11 The waters go from a pool, and a river becomes waste and dry;
Waters, have failed from, the sea, and, a river, may waste and dry up;
12 So man goes down to his last resting-place and comes not again: till the heavens come to an end, they will not be awake or come out of their 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 keep me safe in the underworld, putting me in a secret place till your wrath is past, giving me a fixed time when I might come to your memory again! (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 If death takes a man, will he come to life again? All the days of my trouble I would be waiting, till the time came for me to be free.
If a man die, can he live again? All the days of my warfare, would I wait, until my relief should come: —
15 At the sound of your voice I would give an answer, and you would have a desire for 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 now my steps are numbered by you, and my sin is not overlooked.
For, now, my steps, thou countest, Thou wilt not pass over my sin:
17 My wrongdoing is corded up in a bag, and my sin is shut up safe.
Sealed up in a bag, is my transgression, and thou hast glued over mine iniquity.
18 But truly a mountain falling comes to dust, and a rock is moved from its place;
But, in very deed, a mountain falling, will lie prostrate, or, a rock moved out of its place:
19 The stones are crushed small by the force of the waters; the dust of the earth is washed away by their overflowing: and so you put an end to the hope of man.
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 overcome him for ever, and he is gone; his face is changed in death, and you send him away.
Thou dost overpower him utterly, and he departeth, Disfiguring his face, so, hast thou sent him away.
21 His sons come to honour, and he has no knowledge of it; they are made low, but he is not conscious of it.
His sons, come to honour, and he knoweth it not, Or they are brought low, and he perceiveth it not of them.
22 Only his flesh still has pain, and his soul is sad.
But, his flesh, for himself, is in pain, and, his soul, for himself, doth mourn.
