Job 14
Job Muses on the
Brevity of Life |
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Man that is born of a woman
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is of few days, and full of
trouble. |
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He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut
down:
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he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth
not. |
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And dost thou open thine eyes upon such a
one,
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and bringest me into judgment with
thee? |
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Who can bring a clean thing out of
an unclean?
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Seeing his days are determined,
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the number of his months are with thee, |
thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot
pass; |
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turn from him, that he may rest,
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till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.
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For there is hope of a tree,
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if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, |
and that the tender branch thereof will not
cease. |
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Though the root thereof wax old in the
earth,
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and the stock thereof die in the
ground; |
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yet through the scent of water it
will bud,
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and bring forth boughs like a
plant. |
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But man dieth, and wasteth away:
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yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he? |
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As the waters fail from the
sea,
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and the flood decayeth and drieth
up; |
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so man lieth down, and riseth not:
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till the heavens be no more, they shall not
awake, |
nor be raised out of their
sleep. |
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13 |
Oh that thou wouldest hide me in the
grave,
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that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath
be past, |
that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and
remember
me! |
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14 |
If a man die, shall he live again?
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All the days of my appointed time will I wait, |
till my change
come. |
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Thou shalt call, and I will answer
thee:
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thou wilt have a desire to the work of thine
hands. |
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For now thou numberest my steps:
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dost thou not watch over my
sin? |
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My transgression is sealed up in a
bag,
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and thou sewest up mine iniquity.
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And surely the mountain falling cometh to
nought,
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and the rock is removed out of his
place. |
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The waters wear the stones:
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thou washest away the things which grow out of the dust of the earth; |
and thou destroyest the hope of
man. |
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20 |
Thou prevailest for ever against him, and
he passeth:
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thou changest his countenance, and sendest him
away. |
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21 |
His sons come to honor, and he knoweth it not;
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and they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of
them. |
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But his flesh upon him shall have
pain,
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and his soul within him shall
mourn. |
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