While I am decaying like a rotten thing,
Like a garment that is moth‑eaten.
If a Man Dies, Will He Live Again?
“Man, who is born of woman,
Is short‑lived and full of turmoil. 2
Like a flower he comes forth and withers.
He also flees like a shadow and does not stand. 3
You also open Your eyes on him
And bring me into judgment with Yourself. 4
Who can make the clean out of the unclean?
No one! 5
Since his days are determined,
The number of his months is with You;
And his limits You have set so that he cannot pass. 6
Turn Your gaze from him that he may cease from toil,
Until he accepts his day like a hired man.