"1Man, who is born of woman, Is short-lived and 2full of turmoil.
"3Like a flower he comes forth and withers. He also flees like 4a shadow and does not remain.
"You also 5open Your eyes on him And 6bring him into judgment with Yourself.
"7Who can make the clean out of the unclean? No one!
"Since his days are determined, The 8number of his months is with You; And his limits You have set so that he cannot pass.
"9Turn Your gaze from him that he may rest, Until he fulfills his day like a hired man.
"For there is hope for a tree, When it is cut down, that it will sprout again, And its shoots will not fail.
"Though its roots grow old in the ground And its stump dies in the dry soil,
At the scent of water it will flourish And put forth sprigs like a plant.
"But 10man dies and lies prostrate. Man 11expires, and where is he?
"As 12water evaporates from the sea, And a river becomes parched and dried up,
So 13man lies down and does not rise. Until the heavens are no longer, He will not awake nor be aroused out of his sleep.
"Oh that You would hide me in Sheol, That You would conceal me 14until Your wrath returns to You, That You would set a limit for me and remember me!
"If a man dies, will he live again? All the days of my struggle I will wait Until my change comes.
"You will call, and I will answer You; You will long for 15the work of Your hands.
"For now You 16number my steps, You do not 17observe my sin.
"My transgression is 18sealed up in a bag, And You wrap up my iniquity.
"But the falling mountain crumbles away, And the rock moves from its place;
Water wears away stones, Its torrents wash away the dust of the earth; So You 19destroy man's hope.
"You forever overpower him and he 20departs; You change his appearance and send him away.
"His sons achieve honor, but 21he does not know it; Or they become insignificant, but he does not perceive it.
"But his body pains him, And he mourns only for himself."