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Job 14:1

A Conservative Version

Man, who is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble.

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but man is born to trouble, as the sparks fly upward.

For all his days are [but] sorrows, and his travail is grief, yea, even in the night his heart takes no rest. This also is vanity.

How then can man be just with God? Or how can he be clean who is born of a woman?

Is there not a warfare to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling?

And Jacob said to Pharaoh, The days of the years of my pilgrimage are a hundred and thirty years. Few and evil have been the days of the years of my life, and they have not attained to the days of the years of the life of my father

Truly I say to you, among men born of women there has not been raised a greater than John the immerser. Yet the smaller in the kingdom of the heavens is greater than he.

Behold, I was brought forth in iniquity, and in sin my mother conceived me.

What is man, that he should be clean? And he who is born of a woman, that he should be righteous?

Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away. They see no good,

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

So I hated life, because the work that is wrought under the sun was grievous to me. For all is vanity and a striving after wind.

Behold, thou have made my days [as] handbreadths, and my life-time is as nothing before thee. Surely every man at his best condition is altogether vanity. Selah.

And to Adam he said, Because thou have hearkened to the voice of thy wife, and have eaten of the tree, of which I commanded thee, saying, Thou shall not eat of it, cursed is the ground for thy sake. In toil thou shall eat of it all

Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little

O remember how short my time is, for what vanity thou have created all the sons of men!

Why did I come forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?

And he said to his father, My head, my head. And he said to his servant, Carry him to his mother.

(for we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days upon earth are a shadow).

Behold, even the moon has no brightness. And the stars are not pure in his sight.

Surely every man walks in a shadow. Surely they are disquieted in vain. He heaps up, and knows not who shall gather them.




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