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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?
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As water disappears from the sea, And a river becomes parched and dries up,
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So man lies down and does not rise. Till the heavens are no more, They will not awake Nor be roused from their sleep.
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"Oh, that You would hide me in the grave, That You would conceal me until Your wrath is past, That You would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
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If a man dies, shall he live again? All the days of my hard service I will wait, Till my change comes.