Man born of a woman
"Man born of woman is few of days and full of trouble. He comes up like a flower and is cut down. He flees like a shadow and does not last. Do you open your eyes upon such a one and bring me into judgment with you? Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? No one. His days are determined; the number of his months is with you. You've set his bounds, and he cannot pass them. Turn from him and let him rest until, like a hired man, he finishes his day. There is hope for a tree. If it is cut down, it can sprout again, and its tender shoots will not fail. Though its root grows old in the earth and its stock dies in the ground, Yet through the scent of water it will bud and bring forth boughs like a plant. But man dies and wastes away. Yes, man gives up the ghost — and where is he? As the waters fail from the sea and the flood decays and dries up, so man lies down and does not rise. Until the heavens are no more, they will not awake or be raised out of their sleep. If only you would hide me in the grave, keep me secret until your anger has passed, appoint me a set time and then remember me. If a man dies, will he live again? All the days of my appointed time I will wait until my change comes. You will call, and I will answer you. You will desire the work of your hands. For now you number my steps. Don't you watch over my sin? My wrongdoing is sealed up in a bag, and you sew up my wrongdoing. Surely a falling mountain comes to nothing, and a rock is removed out of its place. Waters wear away stones; you wash away the things that grow out of the dust of the earth, and you destroy the hope of man. You prevail against him forever, and he passes away. You change his face and send him away. His sons come to honour, and he does not know it; they are brought low, but he does not perceive it of them. But his flesh upon him has pain, and his soul within him mourns."
Man that's born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble. He comes up like a flower and is cut down. He runs off like a shadow too, and doesn't stay. And do you open your eyes on one like this and bring me into judgment with you? Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? Not one. Seeing his days are counted, the number of his months is with you. You've set his limits so he can't go past them. Look away from him so he can rest, till he'll get through his day like a hired man. Because there's hope of a tree if it's cut down, that it'll sprout again, and that its tender branch won't stop. Though its root grows old in the earth and its stump dies in the ground, still through the scent of water it'll bud and put out branches like a plant. But man dies and wastes away. Yes, man gives up the ghost, and where is he? As the waters fail from the sea and the flood dries up and goes dry, so man lies down and doesn't get up. Till the heavens are no more, they won't wake or be raised out of their sleep. If only you'd hide me in the grave, that you'd keep me secret till your anger has gone past, that you'd set me a time and remember me. If a man dies, will he live again? All the days of my hard service I'd wait, till my change came. You'd call and I'd answer you. You'd long for the work of your hands. Because now you count my steps. Don't you watch over my sin? What I've stepped over is sealed up in a bag, and you sew up my wrongdoing. And truly the mountain falling comes to nothing, and the rock is shifted out of its place. The waters wear the stones. You wash away the things that grow out of the dust of the earth. And you wreck the hope of man. You beat him forever, and he goes. You change his face and send him away. His sons come to honour, and he doesn't know it. And they're brought low, but he doesn't take it in about them. But his flesh on him will hurt, and his soul in him will mourn.
Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble. He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not. And dost thou open thine eyes upon such an one, and bringest me into judgment with thee? Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one. Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months are with thee, thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass; Turn from him, that he may rest, till he shall accomplish, as an hireling, his day. For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease. Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground; Yet through the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth boughs like a plant. But man dieth, and wasteth away: yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he? As the waters fail from the sea, and the flood decayeth and drieth up: So man lieth down, and riseth not: till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be raised out of their sleep. O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me! If a man die, shall he live again? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come. Thou shalt call, and I will answer thee: thou wilt have a desire to the work of thine hands. For now thou numberest my steps: dost thou not watch over my sin? My transgression is sealed up in a bag, and thou sewest up mine iniquity. And surely the mountain falling cometh to nought, and the rock is removed out of his place. The waters wear the stones: thou washest away the things which grow out of the dust of the earth; and thou destroyest the hope of man. Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth: thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away. His sons come to honour, and he knoweth it not; and they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them. But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.
"Man born of woman is few of days and full of trouble.
Man that's 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.
He comes up like a flower and is cut down. He flees like a shadow and does not last.
He comes up like a flower and is cut down. He runs off like a shadow too, and doesn't stay.
He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
Do you open your eyes upon such a one and bring me into judgment with you?
And do you open your eyes on one like this and bring me into judgment with you?
And dost thou open thine eyes upon such an one, and bringest me into judgment with thee?
Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? No one.
Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? Not one.
Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.
His days are determined; the number of his months is with you. You've set his bounds, and he cannot pass them.
Seeing his days are counted, the number of his months is with you. You've set his limits so he can't go past them.
Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months are with thee, thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;
Turn from him and let him rest until, like a hired man, he finishes his day.
Look away from him so he can rest, till he'll get through his day like a hired man.
Turn from him, that he may rest, till he shall accomplish, as an hireling, his day.
There is hope for a tree. If it is cut down, it can sprout again, and its tender shoots will not fail.
Because there's hope of a tree if it's cut down, that it'll sprout again, and that its tender branch won't stop.
For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease.
Though its root grows old in the earth and its stock dies in the ground,
Though its root grows old in the earth and its stump dies in the ground,
Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground;
Yet through the scent of water it will bud and bring forth boughs like a plant.
still through the scent of water it'll bud and put out branches like a plant.
Yet through the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth boughs like a plant.
But man dies and wastes away. Yes, man gives up the ghost — and where is he?
But man dies and wastes away. Yes, man gives up the ghost, and where is he?
But man dieth, and wasteth away: yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?
As the waters fail from the sea and the flood decays and dries up,
As the waters fail from the sea and the flood dries up and goes dry,
As the waters fail from the sea, and the flood decayeth and drieth up:
so man lies down and does not rise. Until the heavens are no more, they will not awake or be raised out of their sleep.
so man lies down and doesn't get up. Till the heavens are no more, they won't wake or be raised out of their sleep.
So man lieth down, and riseth not: till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be raised out of their sleep.
If only you would hide me in the grave, keep me secret until your anger has passed, appoint me a set time and then remember me.
If only you'd hide me in the grave, that you'd keep me secret till your anger has gone past, that you'd set me a time and remember me.
O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
If a man dies, will he live again? All the days of my appointed time I will wait until my change comes.
If a man dies, will he live again? All the days of my hard service I'd wait, till my change came.
If a man die, shall he live again? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.
You will call, and I will answer you. You will desire the work of your hands.
You'd call and I'd answer you. You'd long for the work of your hands.
Thou shalt call, and I will answer thee: thou wilt have a desire to the work of thine hands.
For now you number my steps. Don't you watch over my sin?
Because now you count my steps. Don't you watch over my sin?
For now thou numberest my steps: dost thou not watch over my sin?
My wrongdoing is sealed up in a bag, and you sew up my wrongdoing.
What I've stepped over is sealed up in a bag, and you sew up my wrongdoing.
My transgression is sealed up in a bag, and thou sewest up mine iniquity.
Surely a falling mountain comes to nothing, and a rock is removed out of its place.
And truly the mountain falling comes to nothing, and the rock is shifted out of its place.
And surely the mountain falling cometh to nought, and the rock is removed out of his place.
Waters wear away stones; you wash away the things that grow out of the dust of the earth, and you destroy the hope of man.
The waters wear the stones. You wash away the things that grow out of the dust of the earth. And you wreck the hope of man.
The waters wear the stones: thou washest away the things which grow out of the dust of the earth; and thou destroyest the hope of man.
You prevail against him forever, and he passes away. You change his face and send him away.
You beat him forever, and he goes. You change his face and send him away.
Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth: thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away.
His sons come to honour, and he does not know it; they are brought low, but he does not perceive it of them.
His sons come to honour, and he doesn't know it. And they're brought low, but he doesn't take it in about them.
His sons come to honour, and he knoweth it not; and they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them.
But his flesh upon him has pain, and his soul within him mourns."
But his flesh on him will hurt, and his soul in him will mourn.
But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.