are of few days and full of trouble.
like fleeting shadows, they do not endure.
Will you bring thema before you for judgment?
No one!
you have decreed the number of his months
and have set limits he cannot exceed.
till he has put in his time like a hired laborer.
If it is cut down, it will sprout again,
and its new shoots will not fail.
and its stump die in the soil,
and put forth shoots like a plant.
he breathes his last and is no more.
or a riverbed becomes parched and dry,
till the heavens are no more, people will not awake
or be roused from their sleep.
and conceal me till your anger has passed!
If only you would set me a time
and then remember me!
All the days of my hard service
I will wait for my renewalb to come.
you will long for the creature your hands have made.
but not keep track of my sin.
you will cover over my sin.
and as a rock is moved from its place,
and torrents wash away the soil,
so you destroy a person’s hope.
you change their countenance and send them away.
if their offspring are brought low, they do not see it.
and mourn only for themselves.”