ECB(i)
1 Humanity, birthed of a woman, is short of days and satiated with commotion.
2 He comes forth as a blossom, and is clipped; and he flees as a shadow, and stands not.
3 And open you your eyes on such a one and bring me into judgment with you?
4 Who gives purity from foul? No one!
5 Seeing his days are appointed, the number of his months are with you, you work his statutes and he passes not;
6 look away from him, so that he ceases, until as a hireling, he is pleased in his day.
7 For there is hope of a tree, if it is cut down, that it change again, that its sprout not cease.
8 Though the root age in the earth and the stump die in the dust;
9 and blossoms through the scent of water and works harvest as a plant;
10 the mighty dies and decays; yes, humanity expires - and where is he?
11 The waters gad about from the sea and the flood parches and dries:
12 thus man lies down and rises not; until the heavens be no more they waken not - waken not from their sleep.
13 Who gives, that you hide me in sheol? - that you secret me, until your wrath turns? - that you set me a statute and remember me?
14 If the mighty die, enlivens he? All the days of my hostility, I wait - until my change comes.
15 You call and I answer you; you yearn for the work of your hands.
16 But now you scribe my paces; You guard not over my sin:
17 you seal my rebellion in a bundle and you patch my perversity.
18 And yet, the falling mountain withers and the rock removes from its place;
19 the waters pulverize the stones; you overflow the spontaneous growth of the dust of the earth; and you destroy the hope of man.
20 You prevail in perpetuity against him and he passes; you alter his face and send him away.
21 His sons are honored, and he knows it not; and they are belittled, but he discerns it not of them.
22 Surely his flesh on him pains and his soul within him mourns.