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Man, born of woman, is of few days, and full of trouble.
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He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down; and he fleeth as a shadow, and continueth not.
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Yet dost thou open thine eyes upon such a one, and bringest me into judgment with thee?
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Who can bring a clean [man] out of the unclean? Not one!
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Look away from him; and let him rest, till he accomplish, as a hireling, his day.
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Though its root grow old in the earth, and its stock die in the ground,
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Yet through the scent of water it will bud, and put forth boughs like a young plant.
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But a man dieth, and is prostrate; yea, man expireth, and where is he?
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The waters recede from the lake, and the river wasteth and drieth up:
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For now thou numberest my steps: dost thou not watch over my sin?
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My transgression is sealed up in a bag, and thou heapest up mine iniquity.
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And indeed a mountain falling cometh to nought, and the rock is removed out of its place;
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His sons come to honour, and he knoweth it not; and they are brought low, and he perceiveth it not.
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But his flesh hath pain for himself alone, and his soul mourneth for himself.