2 We are flowers that fadeand shadows that vanish.
3 And so, I ask you, God,why pick on me?
4 There's no way a humancan be completely pure.
5 Our time on earth is brief;the number of our daysis already decided by you.
6 Why don't you leave us aloneand let us find some happinesswhile we toil and labor?
7 When a tree is chopped down,there is always the hopethat it will sprout again.
8 Its roots and stump may rot,