Job 14:1
Man, born of a woman, is short-lived and full of trouble.
Man, born of a woman, is short-lived and full of trouble.
Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.
Man who is born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble.
Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.
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Man that is borne of a woman, hath but a shorte tyme to lyue, and is full of dyuerse miseries.
Man that is borne of woman, is of short continuance, and full of trouble.
Man that is borne of woman, hath but a short time to lyue, and is full of miserie.
¶ Man [that is] born of a woman [is] of few days, and full of trouble.
"Man, who is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.
Man, born of woman! Of few days, and full of trouble!
Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.
Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.
As for man, the son of woman, his days are short and full of trouble.
"Man, who is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble.
The Brevity of Life“Man, born of woman, lives but a few days, and they are full of trouble.
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2 He springs up like a flower and withers away; he flees like a shadow and does not endure.
3 Do you fix your gaze on such a one and bring me into judgment with you?
6 For trouble does not spring from the dust, nor does suffering sprout from the ground.
7 But people are born to trouble, just as sparks fly upward.
14 What is man, that he could be pure, or one born of a woman, that he could be righteous?
3 Lord, what is man that You care for him, or a son of man that You think of him?
4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
18 Why did I ever come out of the womb to see trouble and sorrow and to end my days in shame?
14 As everyone comes naked from their mother’s womb, so they depart naked as they came. They take nothing from their toil that they can carry in their hands.
15 This too is a grievous evil: As a man comes, so he departs, and what does he gain from all his labor for the wind?
16 Throughout his days, he eats in darkness, with great frustration, sickness, and anger.
15 As for man, his days are like grass, he blooms like a flower of the field.
3 Let the day perish on which I was born, and the night that said, 'A man is conceived.'
10 But a man dies and is laid low; he breathes his last and where is he?
47 How long, LORD? Will you hide yourself forever? Will your wrath keep burning like fire?
6 How much less a mortal, who is but a maggot, and a human, who is only a worm!
4 How then can a mortal be righteous before God? How can one born of a woman be pure?
1 Isn't human life on earth like hard labor and their days like those of a hired worker?
5 A person’s days are determined; you have decreed the number of their months and set limits they cannot exceed.
18 Why then did You bring me out of the womb? I wish I had died and no eye had seen me.
19 If only I had never existed, carried straight from the womb to the grave.
20 Are not my days few? Leave me alone, so I may have a moment of relief.
3 A man may father a hundred children and live many years; yet no matter how long he lives, if he cannot enjoy life's good things and receives no proper burial, I say that a stillborn child is better off than he.
4 For it comes in vain and departs in darkness, and its name is covered in darkness.
13 If only you would hide me in the grave and conceal me till your anger has passed! If you would set me a time and then remember me!
14 If someone dies, will they live again? All the days of my hard service I will wait for my renewal to come.
9 for we were only born yesterday and know nothing, and our days on earth are but a shadow.
5 Are Your days like the days of a human? Are Your years like those of a strong man?
5 LORD, let me know my end and the number of my days, so I may understand how fleeting my life is.
6 Behold, You have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before You. Surely, every man is but a breath. Selah.
6 My days pass more swiftly than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.
13 The pains of childbirth come for him, but he is an unwise son; when it is time, he does not come to the opening of the womb.
14 Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
21 He said, 'Naked I came from my mother's womb, and naked I will depart. The LORD gave, and the LORD has taken away; may the name of the LORD be blessed.'
4 Do you not know this from ancient times, since man was placed on the earth,
11 The more words, the more meaningless—and what advantage does that bring to anyone?
15 all flesh would perish together, and mankind would return to dust.
1 I am the man who has seen affliction under the rod of His wrath.
10 The span of our life is seventy years—or eighty, if we have strength; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.
14 Cursed be the day I was born! May the day my mother gave birth to me not be blessed.
21 When a woman is in labor, she has sorrow because her time has come. But when she has given birth to the child, she no longer remembers the suffering because of the joy that a human being has been born into the world.
10 Because it did not shut the doors of my mother's womb, nor hide trouble from my eyes.
11 Why did I not die at birth, come out from the womb and expire?
8 For if a person lives many years, let him rejoice in all of them, but let him remember the days of darkness, for they will be many. All that comes is meaningless.
22 He feels pain only in his own flesh and mourns only for himself.
16 Or why was I not like a stillborn child, like infants who never saw the light?
23 All their days are full of sorrow, and their work is filled with grief; even at night their mind does not rest. This too is meaningless.
17 What is mankind that you make so much of them, that you give them so much attention,
24 For, "All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flower of the grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls off,
1 My spirit is broken, my days have faded away, and the grave is ready for me.