¹ “Mortals, born of woman, are of few days and full of trouble. ² They spring up like flowers and wither away; like fleeting shadows, they do not endure. ³ Do you fix your eye on them? Will you bring them before you for judgment? ⁴ Who can bring what is pure from the impure? No one! ⁵ A person`s days are determined; you have decreed the number of his months and have set limits he cannot exceed. ⁶ So look away from him and let him alone, till he has put in his time like a hired laborer. ⁷ “At least there is hope for a tree: If it is cut down, it will sprout again, and its new shoots will not fail. ⁸ Its roots may grow old in the ground and its stump die in the soil,