"A human being, born from a woman, lives a short, trouble-filled life.
He comes up like a flower and withers away, flees like a shadow, doesn't last.
You fix your eyes on a creature like this? You drag him to court with you?
Who can bring what is pure from something impure? No one!
Since his days are fixed in advance, the number of his months is known to you, and you have fixed the limits which he can't cross;
look away from him, and let him be; so that, like a hired worker, he can finish his day in peace.
"For a tree, there is hope that if cut down, it will sprout again, that its shoots will continue to grow.
Even if its roots grow old in the earth and its stump dies in the ground,
yet at the scent of water it will bud and put forth branches like a young plant.
But when a human being grows weak and dies, he expires; and then where is he?
Just as water in a lake disappears, as a river shrinks and dries up;
so a person lies down and doesn't arise until the sky no longer exists; it will not awaken, it won't be roused from its sleep.
"I wish you would hide me in Sh'ol, conceal me until your anger has passed, then fix a time and remember me!
If a man dies, will he live again? I will wait all the days of my life for my change to come.
You will call, and I will answer you; you will long to see what you made again.
Whereas now you count each step of mine, then you will not keep watch for my sin.
You will seal up my crime in a bag and cover over my iniquity.
"Just as a mountain erodes and falls away, its rock is removed from its place,
the water wears away its stones, and the floods wash away its soil, so you destroy a person's hope.
You overpower him, and he passes on; you change his appearance and send him away.
His children earn honor, but he doesn't know it; or they are brought low, but he doesn't notice.
He feels pain only for his own flesh; he laments only for himself."