1 “A mortal born of woman, is of few days and full of turmoil.
2 Like a flower he comes up and withers; like a shadow he flees and does not stay.
3 Do You fix Your eyes on such a one, and bring me for judgment with You?
4 Who can make something pure out of the impure? No one!
5 Since his days are determined, the number of his months is with You, You have set his limits, which he cannot exceed.