1 “Man who is born of woman
Is of few days and full of [a]trouble.
He flees like a shadow and does not continue.
And bring [b]me to judgment with Yourself?
No one!
The number of his months is with You;
You have appointed his limits, so that he cannot pass.
Till like a hired man he finishes his day.
If it is cut down, that it will sprout again,
And that its tender shoots will not cease.
And its stump may die in the ground,
And bring forth branches like a plant.
Indeed he [e]breathes his last
And where is he?
And a river becomes parched and dries up,
Till the heavens are no more,
They will not awake
Nor be roused from their sleep.
That You would conceal me until Your wrath is past,
That You would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
All the days of my hard service I will wait,
Till my change comes.
You shall desire the work of Your hands.
But do not watch over my sin.
And You [f]cover my iniquity.
And as a rock is moved from its place;
And as 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 does not perceive it.
And his soul will mourn over it.”