Job 13:28 - 14:6

While I am decaying like a rotten thing,

Like a garment that is moth‑eaten.

“Man, who is born of woman,

Is short‑lived and full of turmoil.

Like a flower he comes forth and withers.

He also flees like a shadow and does not stand.

You also open Your eyes on him

And bring me into judgment with Yourself.

Who can make the clean out of the unclean?

No one!

Since his days are determined,

The number of his months is with You;

And his limits You have set so that he cannot pass.

Turn Your gaze from him that he may cease from toil,

Until he accepts his day like a hired man.