2 Like a flower, we bloom, then wither,flee like a shadow, and don’t last.(
3 Yes, you open your eyes on this one;you bring me into trial against you.)
4 Who can make pure from impure?Nobody.
5 If our days are fixed, the number of our months with you,you set a statute and we can’t exceed it.
6 Look away from us that we may rest,until we are satisfied like a worker at day’s end.
7 Indeed there is hope for a tree.If it’s cut down and still sproutingand its shoots don’t fail,
8 if its roots age in the groundand its stump dies in the dust,