Job 14
1 Life is short and full of trouble,
Man that is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble:
2 like a flower that blooms and withers, like a passing shadow that soon disappears.
As a flower, he cometh forth—and fadeth, He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
3 Do you even notice me, God, and why do you have to drag me to court?
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 something clean of what is unclean? No one.
Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? Not one!
5 You have determined how long we shall live—the number of months, a time limit on our lives.
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 So leave us alone and give us some peace—so like a laborer we could enjoy a few hours of rest at the end of the day.
Look sway from him, that he may rest, Till he shall pay off, as a hireling, his day.
7 Even a tree that's cut down has the hope of sprouting again, of sending up shoots and continuing to live.
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 Even though its roots grow old in the earth, and its stump dies in the ground,
If its root, should become old in the earth, and, in the dust, its stock should die:
9 just a trickle of water will make it bud and grow branches like a young plant.
Through the scent of water, it may break forth, and produce branches like a sapling,
10 But human beings die, their strength dwindles away; they perish, and where are they then?
Yet, man, dieth, and is prostrate, Yea the son of earth doth cease to breathe, and where is he?
11 Like water evaporating from a lake and a river that dries up and disappears,
Waters, have failed from, the sea, and, a river, may waste and dry up;
12 so human beings lie down and don't get up again. Until the heavens cease to exist they will not awake from 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 I wish you would hide me in Sheol; conceal me there until your anger is gone. Set a definite time for me there, and 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 Will the dead live again? Then I would have hope through all my time of trouble until my release 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 would call and I would answer you; you would long for me, the being that you made.
Thou shouldst call, and, I, would answer thee, —For the work of thine own hand, thou shouldst long.
16 Then you would look after me and wouldn't be watching me to see if I sinned.
For, now, my steps, thou countest, Thou wilt not pass over my sin:
17 My sins would be sealed up in a bag and you would cover my guilt.
Sealed up in a bag, is my transgression, and thou hast glued over mine iniquity.
18 But just as the mountains crumble and fall, and the rocks tumble down;
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, as floods wash away the soil, so you destroy the hope people have.
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 continually overpower them and they pass away; you distort their faces in death and send them away.
Thou dost overpower him utterly, and he departeth, Disfiguring his face, so, hast thou sent him away.
21 Their children may become important or fall from their positions, but they don't know or see any of this.
His sons, come to honour, and he knoweth it not, Or they are brought low, and he perceiveth it not of them.
22 As people die they only know their own pain and are sad for themselves.”
But, his flesh, for himself, is in pain, and, his soul, for himself, doth mourn.
