Job 14

1Taong ipinanganak ng babae ay sa kaunting araw, at lipos ng kabagabagan. 2Siya'y umuusli na gaya ng bulaklak, at nalalagas: siya rin nama'y tumatakas na gaya ng anino, at hindi namamalagi. 3At iyo bang idinidilat ang iyong mga mata sa isang gaya nito, at ipinagsasama mo ako upang hatulan mo? 4Sinong makakakuha ng malinis na bagay sa marumi? wala. 5Yayamang ang kaniyang mga kaarawan ay nangapasiyahan, ang bilang ng kaniyang mga buwan ay talastas mo, at iyong hinanggahan ang kaniyang mga hangganan upang huwag siyang makaraan; 6Ilayo mo sa kaniya ang iyong paningin, upang siya'y makapagpahinga, hanggang sa maganap niya, na gaya ng isang magpapaupa, ang kaniyang araw. 7Sapagka't may pagasa sa isang punong kahoy, na kung ito'y putulin, ay sisibol uli, at ang sariwang sanga niyaon ay hindi maglilikat. 8Bagaman ang kaniyang ugat ay tumanda sa lupa, at ang puno niyao'y mamatay sa lupa; 9Gayon ma'y sa pamamagitan ng amoy ng tubig ay sisibol, at magsasanga na gaya ng pananim. 10Nguni't ang tao ay namamatay at natutunaw; Oo, ang tao ay nalalagutan ng hininga, at saan nandoon siya? 11Kung paanong ang tubig ay lumalabas sa dagat, at ang ilog ay humuhupa at natutuyo; 12Gayon ang tao ay nabubuwal at hindi na bumabangon: hanggang sa ang langit ay mawala, sila'y hindi magsisibangon, ni mangagigising man sa kanilang pagkakatulog. 13Oh ikubli mo nawa ako sa Sheol. Na ingatan mo nawa akong lihim hanggang sa ang iyong poot ay makaraan, na takdaan mo nawa ako ng takdang panahon, at iyong alalahanin ako! 14Kung ang isang tao ay mamatay, mabubuhay pa ba siya? Lahat ng araw ng aking pakikipagbaka ay maghihintay ako, hanggang sa dumating ang pagbabago. 15Ikaw ay tatawag, at ako'y sasagot sa iyo: ikaw ay magtataglay ng nasa sa gawa ng iyong mga kamay. 16Nguni't ngayo'y binibilang mo ang aking mga hakbang: hindi mo ba pinapansin ang aking kasalanan? 17Ang aking pagsalangsang ay natatatakan sa isang supot, at iyong inilalapat ang aking kasamaan. 18At tunay na ang bundok na natitibag, ay nawawala, at ang bato ay napababago mula sa kinaroroonan niyaon; 19Inuukit ng tubig ang mga bato; tinatangay ng mga baha niyaon ang alabok ng lupa: sa gayon iyong sinisira ang pagasa ng tao. 20Ikaw ay nananaig kailan man laban sa kaniya at siya'y pumapanaw; iyong pinapagbabago ang kaniyang mukha, at iyong pinayayaon siya. 21Ang kaniyang mga anak ay nagtataglay ng karangalan, at hindi niya nalalaman; at sila'y ibinababa, nguni't hindi niya nahahalata sila. 22Nguni't ang kaniyang laman sa kaniya ay masakit, at ang kaniyang kaluluwa sa loob niya ay namamanglaw.

1“Man, who is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble. 2He grows up like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn’t continue. 3Do you open your eyes on such a one, and bring me into judgment with you? 4Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? Not one. 5Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months is with you, and you have appointed his bounds that he can’t pass; 6Look away from him, that he may rest, until he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day. 7“For there is hope for a tree, If it is cut down, that it will sprout again, that the tender branch of it will not cease. 8Though its root grows old in the earth, and its stock dies in the ground, 9yet through the scent of water it will bud, and sprout boughs like a plant. 10But man dies, and is laid low. Yes, man gives up the spirit, and where is he? 11As the waters fail from the sea, and the river wastes and dries up, 12so man lies down and doesn’t rise. Until the heavens are no more, they shall not awake, nor be roused out of their sleep. 13“Oh that you would hide me in Sheol, that you would keep me secret, until your wrath is past, that you would appoint me a set time, and remember me! 14If a man dies, shall he live again? All the days of my warfare would I wait, until my release should come. 15You would call, and I would answer you. You would have a desire to the work of your hands. 16But now you number my steps. Don’t you watch over my sin? 17My disobedience is sealed up in a bag. You fasten up my iniquity. 18“But the mountain falling comes to nothing. The rock is removed out of its place; 19The waters wear the stones. The torrents of it wash away the dust of the earth. So you destroy the hope of man. 20You forever prevail against him, and he departs. You change his face, and send him away. 21His sons come to honor, and he doesn’t know it. They are brought low, but he doesn’t perceive it of them. 22But his flesh on him has pain, and his soul within him mourns.”

1De mens, van een vrouw geboren, is kort van dagen, en zat van onrust. 2Hij komt voort als een bloem, en wordt afgesneden; ook vlucht hij als een schaduw, en bestaat niet. 3Nog doet Gij Uw ogen over zulk een open; en Gij betrekt mij in het gericht met U. 4Wie zal een reine geven uit den onreine? Niet een. 5Dewijl zijn dagen bestemd zijn, het getal zijner maanden bij U is, en Gij zijn bepalingen gemaakt hebt, die hij niet overgaan zal; 6Wend U van hem af, dat hij rust hebbe, totdat hij als een dagloner aan zijn dag een welgevallen hebbe. 7Want voor een boom, als hij afgehouwen wordt, is er verwachting, dat hij zich nog zal veranderen, en zijn scheut niet zal ophouden. 8Indien zijn wortel in de aarde veroudert, en zijn stam in het stof versterft; 9Hij zal van den reuk der wateren weder uitspruiten, en zal een tak maken, gelijk een plant. 10Maar een man sterft, als hij verzwakt is, en de mens geeft den geest, waar is hij dan? 11De wateren verlopen uit een meer, en een rivier droogt uit en verdort; 12Alzo ligt de mens neder, en staat niet op; totdat de hemelen niet meer zijn, zullen zij niet opwaken, noch uit hun slaap opgewekt worden. 13Och, of Gij mij in het graf verstaakt, mij verborgt, totdat Uw toorn zich afkeerde; dat Gij mij een bepaling steldet, en mijner gedachtig waart! 14Als een man gestorven is, zal hij weder leven? Ik zou al de dagen mijns strijds hopen, totdat mijn verandering komen zou. 15Dat Gij zoudt roepen, en ik U zou antwoorden, dat Gij tot het werk Uwer handen zoudt begerig zijn. 16Maar nu telt Gij mijn treden; Gij bewaart mij niet om mijner zonden wil. 17Mijn overtreding is in een bundeltje verzegeld, en Gij pakt mijn ongerechtigheid opeen. 18En voorwaar, een berg vallende vergaat, en een rots wordt versteld uit haar plaats; 19De wateren vermalen de stenen, het stof der aarde overstelpt het gewas, dat van zelf daaruit voortkomt; alzo verderft Gij de verwachting des mensen. 20Gij overweldigt hem in eeuwigheid, en hij gaat heen; veranderende zijn gelaat, zo zendt Gij hem weg. 21Zijn kinderen komen tot eer, en hij weet het niet; of zij worden klein, en hij let niet op hen. 22Maar zijn vlees, nog aan hem zijnde, heeft smart; en zijn ziel, in hem zijnde, heeft rouw.