Job 14
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1Man that is born of a woman
Is of few days, and full of trouble.
2He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down:
He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
3And dost thou open thine eyes upon such an one,
And bringest me into judgment with thee?
4Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean?
Not one.
5Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months are with thee,
Thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;
6Turn from him, that he may rest,
Till he shall accomplish, as an hireling, his day.
7For 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.
8Though the root thereof wax old in the earth,
And the stock thereof die in the ground;
9 Yet through the scent of water it will bud,
And bring forth boughs like a plant.
10But man dieth, and wasteth away:
Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?
11 As the waters fail from the sea,
And the flood decayeth and drieth up:
12So man lieth down, and riseth not:
Till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake,
Nor be raised out of their sleep.
13O 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!
14If a man die, shall he live again?
All the days of my appointed time will I wait,
Till my change come.
15Thou shalt call, and I will answer thee:
Thou wilt have a desire to the work of thine hands.
16For now thou numberest my steps:
Dost thou not watch over my sin?
17My transgression is sealed up in a bag,
And thou sewest up mine iniquity.
18And surely the mountain falling cometh to nought,
And the rock is removed out of his place.
19The 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.
20Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth:
Thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away.
21His sons come to honour, and he knoweth it not;
And they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them.
22But his flesh upon him shall have pain,
And his soul within him shall mourn.
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If We Die, Will We Live Again?
1-17“We’re all adrift in the same boat:
too few days, too many troubles.
We spring up like wildflowers in the desert and then wilt,
transient as the shadow of a cloud.
Do you occupy your time with such fragile wisps?
Why even bother hauling me into court?
There’s nothing much to us to start with;
how do you expect us to amount to anything?
Mortals have a limited life span.
You’ve already decided how long we’ll live—
you set the boundary and no one can cross it.
So why not give us a break? Ease up!
Even ditchdiggers get occasional days off.
For a tree there is always hope.
Chop it down and it still has a chance—
its roots can put out fresh sprouts.
Even if its roots are old and gnarled,
its stump long dormant,
At the first whiff of water it comes to life,
buds and grows like a sapling.
But men and women? They die and stay dead.
They breathe their last, and that’s it.
Like lakes and rivers that have dried up,
parched reminders of what once was,
So mortals lie down and never get up,
never wake up again—never.
Why don’t you just bury me alive,
get me out of the way until your anger cools?
But don’t leave me there!
Set a date when you’ll see me again.
If we humans die, will we live again? That’s my question.
All through these difficult days I keep hoping,
waiting for the final change—for resurrection!
Homesick with longing for the creature you made,
you’ll call—and I’ll answer!
You’ll watch over every step I take,
but you won’t keep track of my missteps.
My sins will be stuffed in a sack
and thrown into the sea—sunk in deep ocean.
18-22“Meanwhile, mountains wear down
and boulders break up,
Stones wear smooth
and soil erodes,
as you relentlessly grind down our hope.
You’re too much for us.
As always, you get the last word.
We don’t like it and our faces show it,
but you send us off anyway.
If our children do well for themselves, we never know it;
if they do badly, we’re spared the hurt.
Body and soul, that’s it for us—
a lifetime of pain, a lifetime of sorrow.”
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