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You have set mankind so brief a span of life—months is all you give him! Not one bit longer may he live. 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.

“For there is hope for a tree—if it’s cut down, it sprouts again and grows tender, new branches.

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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.

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