If We Die, Will We Live Again?

14 1-17 “We’re all adrift in the same boat:
    too few days, too many troubles.
We spring up like wildflowers in the desert and then wilt,
    transient as the shadow of a cloud.
Do you occupy your time with such fragile wisps?
    Why even bother hauling me into court?
There’s nothing much to us to start with;
    how do you expect us to amount to anything?
Mortals have a limited life span.
    You’ve already decided how long we’ll live—
    you set the boundary and no one can cross it.
So why not give us a break? Ease up!
    Even ditchdiggers get occasional days off.
For a tree there is always hope.
    Chop it down and it still has a chance—
    its roots can put out fresh sprouts.
Even if its roots are old and gnarled,
    its stump long dormant,
At the first whiff of water it comes to life,
    buds and grows like a sapling.
But men and women? They die and stay dead.
    They breathe their last, and that’s it.
Like lakes and rivers that have dried up,
    parched reminders of what once was,
So mortals lie down and never get up,
    never wake up again—never.
Why don’t you just bury me alive,
    get me out of the way until your anger cools?
But don’t leave me there!
    Set a date when you’ll see me again.
If we humans die, will we live again? That’s my question.
    All through these difficult days I keep hoping,
    waiting for the final change—for resurrection!
Homesick with longing for the creature you made,
    you’ll call—and I’ll answer!
You’ll watch over every step I take,
    but you won’t keep track of my missteps.
My sins will be stuffed in a sack
    and thrown into the sea—sunk in deep ocean.

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Job Continues: Death Comes Soon to All

14 “Man who is (A)born of a woman
    is (B)few of days and (C)full of trouble.
He comes out like (D)a flower and (E)withers;
    he flees like (F)a shadow and continues not.
And do you (G)open your eyes on such a one
    and (H)bring me into judgment with you?
Who can bring (I)a clean thing out of an unclean?
    There is not one.
Since his (J)days are determined,
    and (K)the number of his months is with you,
    and you have appointed his limits that he cannot pass,
(L)look away from him and leave him alone,[a]
    that he may enjoy, like (M)a hired hand, his day.

“For there is hope for a tree,
    if it be cut down, that it will sprout again,
    and that its shoots will not cease.
Though its root grow old in the earth,
    and (N)its stump die in the soil,
yet at the scent of water it will bud
    and put out (O)branches like a young plant.
10 But a man dies and is laid low;
    man breathes his last, and (P)where is he?
11 (Q)As waters fail from a lake
    and a river wastes away and dries up,
12 so a man lies down and rises not again;
    till (R)the heavens are no more he will not awake
    or be (S)roused out of his sleep.
13 Oh that you would (T)hide me in (U)Sheol,
    that you would (V)conceal me (W)until your wrath be past,
    that you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
14 If a man dies, shall he live again?
    All the days of my (X)service I would (Y)wait,
    till my renewal[b] should come.
15 You would (Z)call, and I would answer you;
    you would long for the (AA)work of your hands.
16 For then you would (AB)number my steps;
    you would not keep (AC)watch over my sin;
17 my transgression would be (AD)sealed up in a bag,
    and you would cover over my iniquity.

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Footnotes

  1. Job 14:6 Probable reading; Hebrew look away from him, that he may cease
  2. Job 14:14 Or relief

14 Man that is born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble.

He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

And doth thou open thine eyes upon such an one, and bringest me into judgment with thee?

Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.

Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months are with thee, thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;

Turn from him, that he may rest, till he shall accomplish, as an hireling, his day.

For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease.

Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground;

Yet through the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth boughs like a plant.

10 But man dieth, and wasteth away: yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?

11 As the waters fail from the sea, and the flood decayeth and drieth up:

12 So man lieth down, and riseth not: till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be raised out of their sleep.

13 O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!

14 If a man die, shall he live again? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.

15 Thou shalt call, and I will answer thee: thou wilt have a desire to the work of thine hands.

16 For now thou numberest my steps: dost thou not watch over my sin?

17 My transgression is sealed up in a bag, and thou sewest up mine iniquity.

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