1As for man, the son of woman, his days are short and full of trouble.
2He comes out like a flower, and is cut down: he goes in flight like a shade, and is never seen again.
3Is it on such a one as this that your eyes are fixed, with the purpose of judging him?
4If only a clean thing might come out of an unclean! But it is not possible.
5If his days are ordered, and you have knowledge of the number of his months, having given him a fixed limit past which he may not go;
6Let your eyes be turned away from him, and take your hand from him, so that he may have pleasure at the end of his day, like a servant working for payment.
7For there is hope of a tree; if it is cut down, it will come to life again, and its branches will not come to an end.
