Man that is born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble. |
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He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not. |
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Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months are with thee, thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass; |
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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. |
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So man lieth down, and riseth not: till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be raised out of their sleep. |
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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! |
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If a man die, shall he live again? 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: thou wilt have a desire to the work of thine hands. |
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And surely the mountains falling cometh to nought, and the rock is removed out of his place. |
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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. |
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Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth: thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away. |
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His sons come to honour, and he knoweth it not; and they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them. |