1. “A mortal born of woman, is of few days and full of turmoil.
2. Like a flower he comes up and withers; like a shadow he flees and does not stay.
3. Do You fix Your eyes on such a one, and bring me for judgment with You?
4. Who can make something pure out of the impure? No one!
5. Since his days are determined, the number of his months is with You, You have set his limits, which he cannot exceed.
6. Look 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.
8. Though its roots grow old in the earth and its stump dies in the dry ground,
9. at the scent of water it will bud and sprout sprigs like a new plant.
10. But man dies and is powerless. Man expires—and where is he?