Job 14
Job Speaks Of The Finality Of Death
Is short-lived and full of turmoil.
He also flees like a shadow and does not remain.
And bring him into judgment with Yourself.
No one!
The number of his months is with You;
And his limits You have set so that he cannot pass.
Until he fulfills his day like a hired man.
When it is cut down, that it will sprout again,
And its shoots will not fail.
And its stump dies in the dry soil,
And put forth sprigs like a plant.
Man expires, and where is he?
And a river becomes parched and dried up,
Until the heavens are no longer,
He will not awake nor be aroused out of his sleep.
That You would conceal me until Your wrath returns to You,
That You would set a limit for me and remember me!
All the days of my struggle I will wait
Until my change comes.
You will long for the work of Your hands.
You do not observe my sin.
And You wrap up my iniquity.
And the rock moves from its place;
Its torrents wash away the dust of the earth;
So You destroy man’s hope.
You change his appearance and send him away.
Or they become insignificant, but he does not perceive it.
And he mourns only for himself.”