1 “Man who is born of a woman
is few of days and full of trouble.
he flees like a shadow and continues not.
and bring me into judgment with you?
There is not one.
and the number of his months is with you,
and you have appointed his limits that he cannot pass,
that he may enjoy, like a hired hand, his day.
if it be cut down, that it will sprout again,
and that its shoots will not cease.
and its stump die in the soil,
and put out branches like a young plant.
man breathes his last, and where is he?
and a river wastes away and dries up,
till the heavens are no more he will not awake
or be roused out of his sleep.
that you would conceal me until your wrath be past,
that you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
All the days of my service I would wait,
till my renewalb should come.
you would long for the work of your hands.
you would not keep watch over my sin;
and you would cover over my iniquity.
and the rock is removed from its place;
the torrents wash away the soil of the earth;
so you destroy the hope of man.
you change his countenance, and send him away.
they are brought low, and he perceives it not.
and he mourns only for himself.”