1 Die mens uit 'n vrou gebore, is kort van dae en sat van onrus.
2 Hy spruit uit soos 'n blom en verwelk; ook vlug hy soos 'n skaduwee en hou nie stand nie.
3 En oor so een maak U die oë oop, en U bring my voor u gereg.
4 Ag, kon maar 'n reine voortkom uit 'n onreine -- nie een nie!
5 As dan sy dae vasgestel is, die getal van sy maande by U is, U vir hom grense gestel het waar hy nie oor kan gaan nie,
6 kyk dan weg van hom af, dat hy kan rus -- totdat hy soos 'n dagloner hom tevrede voel met sy dag.
7 Want vir 'n boom is daar verwagting: as dit afgekap word, loop dit weer uit en sy loot ontbreek nie.
8 As sy wortel oud word in die aarde en sy stam sterf in die stof --
9 van die reuk van die water spruit dit weer uit, en dit maak 'n tak soos 'n jong plantjie.
10 Maar 'n man sterwe en is magteloos; ja, 'n mens blaas die asem uit en -- waar is hy?
11 Die waters verdwyn uit die groot waterplas, en die rivier droog uit en lê droog --
12 so lê die mens daar sonder om weer op te staan; totdat die hemele nie meer is nie, word hulle nie wakker of uit hul slaap opgewek nie.
13 Ag, as U my maar in die doderyk wou wegsteek, my wou verberg totdat u toorn bedaar het, my 'n bepaalde tyd wou stel en dan aan my wou dink!
14 As 'n mens sterwe, sal hy weer lewe? Dan sou ek hoop al die dae van my stryd totdat my aflossing kom;
15 U sou roep, en ek sou U antwoord, na die maaksel van u hande sou U verlang.
16 Want nou tel U my voetstappe. Let U nie op my sonde nie?
17 My oortreding is verseël in 'n bondeltjie, en U sluit my ongeregtigheid weg.
18 Maar soos 'n berg stukkend val as dit neerstort, en 'n rots versit word uit sy plek;
19 die water klippe glad skuur; die stortvloede daarvan die grond van die aarde wegspoel; so is die verwagting van 'n mens -- U maak dit tot niet.
20 U oorweldig hom vir ewig, en hy gaan heen; U verander sy gelaat en stuur hom weg.
21 Sy kinders kom in eer, maar hy word dit nie gewaar nie; en hulle word gering, maar hy let nie op hulle nie.
22 Net sy vlees aan hom voel pyn, en sy siel in hom treur.
1 Man, that is born of a woman,
Is of few days, and full of trouble.
2 He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down:
He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
3 And dost thou open thine eyes upon such a one,
And bringest me into judgment with thee?
4 Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.
5 Seeing his days are determined,
The number of his months is with thee,
And thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;
6 Look away from him, that he may rest,
Till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.
7 For there is hope of a tree,
If it be cut down, that it will sprout again,
And that the tender branch thereof will not cease.
8 Though the root thereof wax old in the earth,
And the stock thereof die in the ground;
9 Yet through the scent of water it will bud,
And put forth boughs like a plant.
10 But man dieth, and is laid low:
Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?
11 As the waters fail from the sea,
And the river wasteth and drieth up;
12 So man lieth down and riseth not:
Till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake,
Nor be roused out of their sleep.
13 Oh that thou wouldest hide me in Sheol,
That thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past,
That thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
14 If a man die, shall he live again?
All the days of my warfare would I wait,
Till my release should come.
15 Thou wouldest call, and I would answer thee:
Thou wouldest have a desire to the work of thy hands.
16 But now thou numberest my steps:
Dost thou not watch over my sin?
17 My transgression is sealed up in a bag,
And thou fastenest up mine iniquity.
18 But the mountain falling cometh to nought;
And the rock is removed out of its place;
19 The waters wear the stones;
The overflowings thereof wash away the dust of the earth:
So thou destroyest the hope of man.
20 Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth;
Thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away.
21 His sons come to honor, and he knoweth it not;
And they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them.
22 But his flesh upon him hath pain,
And his soul within him mourneth.