Job 14:1
Man, born of woman! Of few days, and full of trouble!
Man, born of woman! Of few days, and full of trouble!
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2As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.
3Also -- on this Thou hast opened Thine eyes, And dost bring me into judgment with Thee.
6For sorrow cometh not forth from the dust, Nor from the ground springeth up misery.
7For man to misery is born, And the sparks go high to fly.
14What `is' man that he is pure, And that he is righteous, one born of woman?
3Jehovah, what `is' man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?
4Man to vanity hath been like, His days `are' as a shadow passing by.
18Why `is' this? from the womb I have come out, To see labour and sorrow, Yea, consumed in shame are my days!
14And that wealth hath been lost in an evil business, and he hath begotten a son and there is nothing in his hand!
15As he came out from the belly of his mother, naked he turneth back to go as he came, and he taketh not away anything of his labour, that doth go in his hand.
16And this also `is' a painful evil, just as he came, so he goeth, and what advantage `is' to him who laboureth for wind?
15Mortal man! as grass `are' his days, As a flower of the field so he flourisheth;
3Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: `A man-child hath been conceived.'
10And a man dieth, and becometh weak, And man expireth, and where `is' he?
47Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?
6How much less man -- a grub, And the son of man -- a worm!
4And what? is man righteous with God? And what? is he pure -- born of a woman?
1Is there not a warfare to man on earth? And as the days of an hireling his days?
5If determined are his days, The number of his months `are' with Thee, His limit Thou hast made, And he passeth not over;
18And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.
19As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
3If a man doth beget a hundred, and live many years, and is great, because they are the days of his years, and his soul is not satisfied from the goodness, and also he hath not had a grave, I have said, `Better than he `is' the untimely birth.'
4For in vanity he came in, and in darkness he goeth, and in darkness his name is covered,
13O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
14If a man dieth -- doth he revive? All days of my warfare I wait, till my change come.
9(For of yesterday we `are', and we know not, For a shadow `are' our days on earth.)
5As the days of man `are' Thy days? Thy years as the days of a man?
5Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age `is' as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity `is' every man set up. Selah.
6Only, in an image doth each walk habitually, Only, `in' vain, they are disquieted, He heapeth up and knoweth not who gathereth them.
6My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
13Pangs of a travailing woman come to him, He `is' a son not wise, For he remaineth not the time for the breaking forth of sons.
14who do not know the thing of the morrow; for what is your life? for it is a vapour that is appearing for a little, and then is vanishing;
21and he saith, `Naked came I forth from the womb of my mother, and naked I turn back thither: Jehovah hath given and Jehovah hath taken: let the name of Jehovah be blessed.'
4This hast thou known from antiquity? Since the placing of man on earth?
11For there are many things multiplying vanity; what advantage `is' to man?
15Expire doth all flesh together, And man to dust returneth.
1I `am' the man `who' hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.
10Days of our years, in them `are' seventy years, And if, by reason of might, eighty years, Yet `is' their enlargement labour and vanity, For it hath been cut off hastily, and we fly away.
14Cursed `is' the day in which I was born, The day that my mother bare me, Let it not be blessed!
21`The woman, when she may bear, hath sorrow, because her hour did come, and when she may bear the child, no more doth she remember the anguish, because of the joy that a man was born to the world.
10Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes.
11Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp!
8But, if man liveth many years, In all of them let him rejoice, And remember the days of darkness, For they are many! all that is coming `is' vanity.
22Only -- his flesh for him is pained, And his soul for him doth mourn.'
16(Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants -- they have not seen light.)
23For all his days are sorrows, and his travail sadness; even at night his heart hath not lain down; this also `is' vanity.
17What `is' man that Thou dost magnify him? And that Thou settest unto him Thy heart?
24because all flesh `is' as grass, and all glory of man as flower of grass; wither did the grass, and the flower of it fell away,
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.