Job 14:1-10

1“A mortal born of woman, is of few days and full of turmoil.

2Like a flower he comes up and withers; like a shadow he flees and does not stay.

3Do You fix Your eyes on such a one, and bring me for judgment with You?

4Who can make something pure out of the impure? No one!

5Since his days are determined, the number of his months is with You, You have set his limits, which he cannot exceed.

6Look away from him and let him alone, until he fulfills his time like a hired laborer.

7“At least there is hope for a tree— if it is cut down it will sprout again, and its shoots will not cease.

8Though its roots grow old in the earth and its stump dies in the dry ground,

9at the scent of water it will bud and sprout sprigs like a new plant.

10But man dies and is powerless. Man expires—and where is he?