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diff --git a/bible/base_files/engBBE_019_JOB_14_read.txt b/bible/base_files/engBBE_019_JOB_14_read.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9ef58b6 --- /dev/null +++ b/bible/base_files/engBBE_019_JOB_14_read.txt @@ -0,0 +1,24 @@ +Job. +Chapter 14. +As for man, the son of woman, his days are short and full of trouble. +He comes out like a flower, and is cut down: he goes in flight like a shade, and is never seen again. +Is it on such a one as this that your eyes are fixed, with the purpose of judging him? +If only a clean thing might come out of an unclean! But it is not possible. +If his days are ordered, and you have knowledge of the number of his months, having given him a fixed limit past which he may not go; +Let your eyes be turned away from him, and take your hand from him, so that he may have pleasure at the end of his day, like a servant working for payment. +For there is hope of a tree; if it is cut down, it will come to life again, and its branches will not come to an end. +Though its root may be old in the earth, and its cut-off end may be dead in the dust; +Still, at the smell of water, it will make buds, and put out branches like a young plant. +But man comes to his death and is gone: he gives up his spirit, and where is he? +The waters go from a pool, and a river becomes waste and dry; +So man goes down to his last resting-place and comes not again: till the heavens come to an end, they will not be awake or come out of their sleep. +If only you would keep me safe in the underworld, putting me in a secret place till your wrath is past, giving me a fixed time when I might come to your memory again! +If death takes a man, will he come to life again? All the days of my trouble I would be waiting, till the time came for me to be free. +At the sound of your voice I would give an answer, and you would have a desire for the work of your hands. +For now my steps are numbered by you, and my sin is not overlooked. +My wrongdoing is corded up in a bag, and my sin is shut up safe. +But truly a mountain falling comes to dust, and a rock is moved from its place; +The stones are crushed small by the force of the waters; the dust of the earth is washed away by their overflowing: and so you put an end to the hope of man. +You overcome him for ever, and he is gone; his face is changed in death, and you send him away. +His sons come to honour, and he has no knowledge of it; they are made low, but he is not conscious of it. +Only his flesh still has pain, and his soul is sad. |