1 Man, born of woman! Of few days, and full of trouble!
2 As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.
3 Also -- on this Thou hast opened Thine eyes, And dost bring me into judgment with Thee.
4 Who giveth a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.
5 If determined are his days, The number of his months [are] with Thee, His limit Thou hast made, And he passeth not over;
6 Look away from off him that he may cease, Till he enjoy as an hireling his day.
7 For there is of a tree hope, if it be cut down, That again it doth change, That its tender branch doth not cease.
