Job

¹ “Man, who is born of woman, Is short‑lived and full of turmoil.

² He also flees like a shadow and does not stand.

³ And bring me into judgment with Yourself.

⁴ No one!

⁵ The number of his months is with You; And his limits You have set so that he cannot pass.

⁶ Until he accepts his day like a hired man.

⁷ When it is cut down, that it will change back sprouting again, And its shoots will not cease.

⁸ And its stump dies in the dry soil,

⁹ And put forth sprigs like a plant.

¹⁰ Man breathes his last, and where is he?

¹¹ And a river becomes parched and dried up,

¹² Until the heavens are no longer, He will not awake nor be aroused out of his sleep.

¹³ That You would hide me until Your anger returns to You, That You would set a limit for me and remember me!

¹⁴ All the days of my labor I will wait Until my change comes.

¹⁵ You will long for the work of Your hands.

¹⁶ You do not keep watch over my sin.

¹⁷ And You cover up my iniquity.

¹⁸ And the rock moves from its place;

¹⁹ Its torrents wash away the dust of the earth; So You make man’s hope perish.

²⁰ You alter his appearance and send him away.

²¹ Or they become insignificant, but he does not perceive it.

²² And he mourns only for himself.”