1. Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.
2. He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
3. And dost thou open thine eyes upon such a one, And bringest me into judgment with thee?
4. Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.
5. Seeing his days are determined, The number of his months is with thee, And thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;
6. Look away from him, that he may rest, Till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.
7. For there is hope of a tree, If it be cut down, that it will sprout again, And that the tender branch thereof will not cease.