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Job 14:1

Revised Version 1885

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

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And unto Adam he said, Because thou hast hearkened unto the voice of thy wife, and hast eaten of the tree, of which I commanded thee, saying, Thou shalt not eat of it: cursed is the ground for thy sake; in toil shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life;

And Jacob said unto Pharaoh, The days of the years of my pilgrimage are an hundred and thirty years: few and evil have been the days of the years of my life, and they have not attained unto the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.

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

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

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

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

Behold, even the moon hath no brightness, And the stars are not pure in his sight:

But man is born unto trouble, As the sparks fly upward.

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

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

(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, Because our days upon earth are a shadow:)

Now my days are swifter than a post: They flee away, they see no good.

Behold, thou hast made my days as handbreadths; And mine age is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. Selah

Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: Surely they are disquieted in vain: He heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.

Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; And in sin did my mother conceive me.

O remember how short my time is: For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!

So I hated life; because the work that is wrought under the sun was grievous unto me: for all is vanity and a striving after wind.

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

Wherefore came I forth out of the womb to see labour and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?

Verily I say unto you, Among them that are born of women there hath not arisen a greater than John the Baptist: yet he that is but little in the kingdom of heaven is greater than he.




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