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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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And doth thou open thine eyes upon such an one, and bringest me into judgment with thee?
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Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.
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Turn from him, that he may rest, till he shall accomplish, as an hireling, his day.
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Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground;
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Yet through the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth boughs like a plant.
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But 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:
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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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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 sewest up mine iniquity.
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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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But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.