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"Man who is born of woman Is of few days and full of trouble.
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He comes forth like a flower and fades away; He flees like a shadow and does not continue.
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And do You open Your eyes on such a one, And bring me to judgment with Yourself?
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Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? No one!
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Since his days are determined, The number of his months is with You; You have appointed his limits, so that he cannot pass.
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Look away from him that he may rest, Till like a hired man he finishes his day.
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"For there is hope for a tree, If it is cut down, that it will sprout again, And that its tender shoots will not cease.
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Though its root may grow old in the earth, And its stump may die in the ground,
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Yet at the scent of water it will bud And bring forth branches like a plant.
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But man dies and is laid away; Indeed he breathes his last And where is he?