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14 (A)We are all born weak and helpless.
    All lead the same short, troubled life.
We grow and wither as quickly as flowers;
    we disappear like shadows.
Will you even look at me, God,
    or put me on trial and judge me?

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14 “Mortals, born of woman,(A)
    are of few days(B) and full of trouble.(C)
They spring up like flowers(D) and wither away;(E)
    like fleeting shadows,(F) they do not endure.(G)
Do you fix your eye on them?(H)
    Will you bring them[a] before you for judgment?(I)

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Footnotes

  1. Job 14:3 Septuagint, Vulgate and Syriac; Hebrew me