Job 13:28-14:6

Living Bible

^27-28 You send me to prison and shut me in on every side. I am like a fallen, rotten tree, like a moth-eaten coat.

14 “How frail is man, how few his days, how full of trouble! ² He blossoms for a moment like a flower—and withers; as the shadow of a passing cloud, he quickly disappears. ³ Must you be so harsh with frail men and demand an accounting from them? ⁴ How can you demand purity in one born impure? ⁵ You have set mankind so brief a span of life—months is all you give him! Not one bit longer may he live. ⁶ So give him a little rest, won’t you? Turn away your angry gaze and let him have a few moments of relief before he dies.