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| 14:1 | 
                                 
                                    Man, born of woman! Of few days, and full of trouble!
                                 
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| 14:2 | 
                                 
                                    As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.
                                 
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| 14:3 | 
                                 
                                    Also -- on this Thou hast opened Thine eyes, And dost bring me into judgment with Thee.
                                 
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| 14:4 | 
                                 
                                    Who giveth a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.
                                 
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| 14:5 | 
                                 
                                    If determined are his days, The number of his months [are] with Thee, His limit Thou hast made, And he passeth not over;
                                 
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| 14:6 | 
                                 
                                    Look away from off him that he may cease, Till he enjoy as an hireling his day.
                                 
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| 14:7 | 
                                 
                                    For there is of a tree hope, if it be cut down, That again it doth change, That its tender branch doth not cease.
                                 
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| 14:8 | 
                                 
                                    If its root becometh old in the earth, And its stem doth die in the dust,
                                 
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| 14:9 | 
                                 
                                    From the fragrance of water it doth flourish, And hath made a crop as a plant.
                                 
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| 14:10 | 
                                 
                                    And a man dieth, and becometh weak, And man expireth, and where [is] he?
                                 
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| 14:11 | 
                                 
                                    Waters have gone away from a sea, And a river becometh waste and dry.
                                 
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| 14:12 | 
                                 
                                    And man hath lain down, and riseth not, Till the wearing out of the heavens they awake not, Nor are roused from their sleep.
                                 
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| 14:13 | 
                                 
                                    O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
                                 
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| 14:14 | 
                                 
                                    If a man dieth -- doth he revive? All days of my warfare I wait, till my change come.
                                 
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| 14:15 | 
                                 
                                    Thou dost call, and I -- I answer Thee; To the work of Thy hands Thou hast desire.
                                 
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| 14:16 | 
                                 
                                    But now, my steps Thou numberest, Thou dost not watch over my sin.
                                 
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| 14:17 | 
                                 
                                    Sealed up in a bag [is] my transgression, And Thou sewest up mine iniquity.
                                 
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| 14:18 | 
                                 
                                    And yet, a falling mountain wasteth away, And a rock is removed from its place.
                                 
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| 14:19 | 
                                 
                                    Stones have waters worn away, Their outpourings wash away the dust of earth, And the hope of man Thou hast destroyed.
                                 
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| 14:20 | 
                                 
                                    Thou prevailest [over] him for ever, and he goeth, He is changing his countenance, And Thou sendest him away.
                                 
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| 14:21 | 
                                 
                                    Honoured are his sons, and he knoweth not; And they are little, and he attendeth not to them.
                                 
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| 14:22 | 
                                 
                                    Only -- his flesh for him is pained, And his soul for him doth mourn.'
                                 
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