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 As for man, the son of woman, his days are short and full of trouble.
2 He comes out like a flower, and is cut down: he goes in flight like a shade, and is never seen again.
3 Is it on such a one as this that your eyes are fixed, with the purpose of judging him?
4 If only a clean thing might come out of an unclean! But it is not possible.
5 If his days are ordered, and you have knowledge of the number of his months, having given him a fixed limit past which he may not go;
6 Let your eyes be turned away from him, and take your hand from him, so that he may have pleasure at the end of his day, like a servant working for payment.
7 For there is hope of a tree; if it is cut down, it will come to life again, and its branches will not come to an end.
8 Though its root may be old in the earth, and its cut-off end may be dead in the dust;
9 Still, at the smell of water, it will make buds, and put out branches like a young plant.
10 But man comes to his death and is gone: he gives up his spirit, and where is he?
11 The waters go from a pool, and a river becomes waste and dry;
12 So man goes down to his last resting-place and comes not again: till the heavens come to an end, they will not be awake or come out of their sleep.
13 If only you would keep me safe in the underworld, putting me in a secret place till your wrath is past, giving me a fixed time when I might come to your memory again!
14 If death takes a man, will he come to life again? All the days of my trouble I would be waiting, till the time came for me to be free.
15 At the sound of your voice I would give an answer, and you would have a desire for the work of your hands.
16 For now my steps are numbered by you, and my sin is not overlooked.
17 My wrongdoing is corded up in a bag, and my sin is shut up safe.
18 But truly a mountain falling comes to dust, and a rock is moved from its place;
19 The stones are crushed small by the force of the waters; the dust of the earth is washed away by their overflowing: and so you put an end to the hope of man.
20 You overcome him for ever, and he is gone; his face is changed in death, and you send him away.
21 His sons come to honour, and he has no knowledge of it; they are made low, but he is not conscious of it.
22 Only his flesh still has pain, and his soul is sad.