1"Man born of woman is of few days, and full of trouble.

2He comes forth like a flower, and withers; he also flees as a shadow, and does not stand.

3And do You open Your eyes upon such a one, and bring me into judgment with You?

4Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? No one!

5For his days are fixed, the number of his months is with You, and You have set his limits so that he cannot pass;

6Look away from him, so that he may rest until he shall finish his day, as a hireling.

7For there is hope of a tree, if it is cut down, that it will sprout again, and its tender branch will not cease.

8Though its root becomes old in the earth, and its stump dies in the ground,

9Yet at the scent of water it will bud and bring forth branches like a plant.

10But man dies and is cut off; and man expires, and where is he?

11As the waters fail from the sea, and a river withers away and dries up,

12So man lies down and does not rise. Till the heavens are no more, they shall not awake, nor be awakened out of their sleep.

13O that You will grant that You would hide me in the grave, that You would keep me secret, until Your wrath is past, that You would set me a fixed time and remember me.

14If a man die, shall he live again? All the days of my appointed time in the grave I will wait, until my change comes.

15You shall call, and I will answer You; You shall have the desire for the work of Your hands.

16For now You number my steps; but do You not watch over my sin?

17My transgression is sealed up in a bag, and You heap up my iniquity.

18And as surely as a falling mountain crumbles away, and the rock moves out of its place;

19As the waters wear away the stones, and the outpouring of it washes the dust of the earth; so You destroy the hope of man.

20You overpower him forever, and he passes; You change his countenance, and send him away.

21His sons come to honor him, but he knows it not; they are brought low, but he does not perceive it.

22But his flesh is pained within himself; and his soul mourns for himself."