13 O that You would conceal me in Sheol, || Hide me until the turning of Your anger, || Set a limit for me, and remember me.

14 If a man dies—does he revive? All [the] days of my warfare I wait, until my change comes.

15 You call, and I answer You; To the work of Your hands You have desire.

16 But now, You number my steps, || You do not watch over my sin.

17 My transgression [is] sealed up in a bag, and You sew up my iniquity.

18 And yet, a falling mountain wastes away, and a rock is removed from its place.

19 Waters have worn away stones, || Their outpourings wash away the dust of earth, || And You have destroyed the hope of man.

20 You prevail [over] him forever, and he goes, || He is changing his countenance, || And You send him away.

21 His sons are honored, and he does not know; And they are little, and he does not attend to them.

22 Only—his flesh is pained for him, || And his soul mourns for him.”

Job 14:13-22, Literal Standard Version. Copyright © 2020 Covenant Press.
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