Job struggles under the burdens that have been placed on him, yet he waits for the LORD and prays that his sins would be forgotten.

BibleGateway: Job 14:1-17

ESV Audio


ESV Text: Job 14:1-17

Job 14:1–17

Job Continues: Death Comes Soon to All


14:1   “Man who is born of a woman
    is few of days and full of trouble.
  He comes out like a flower and withers;
    he flees like a shadow and continues not.
  And do you open your eyes on such a one
    and bring me into judgment with you?
  Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean?
    There is not one.
  Since his days are determined,
    and the number of his months is with you,
    and you have appointed his limits that he cannot pass,
  look away from him and leave him alone,1
    that he may enjoy, like 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 its stump die in the soil,
  yet at the scent of water it will bud
    and put out branches like a young plant.
10   But a man dies and is laid low;
    man breathes his last, and where is he?
11   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 the heavens are no more he will not awake
    or be roused out of his sleep.
13   Oh that you would hide me in Sheol,
    that you would conceal me 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 service I would wait,
    till my renewal2 should come.
15   You would call, and I would answer you;
    you would long for the work of your hands.
16   For then you would number my steps;
    you would not keep watch over my sin;
17   my transgression would be sealed up in a bag,
    and you would cover over my iniquity.

Footnotes

[1] 14:6 Probable reading; Hebrew look away from him, that he may cease

[2] 14:14 Or relief

(ESV)


KJV Text:

(Alt. audio): Chapter: 14

     1 Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble. 2 He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not. 3 And dost thou open thine eyes upon such an one, and bringest me into judgment with thee? 4 Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one. 5 Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months are with thee, thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass; 6 Turn from him, that he may rest, till he shall accomplish, as an hireling, his day.

     7 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. 8 Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground; 9 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.(KJV)


Hymn: TLH 345:
Jesus, Lover of My Soul

Hymnary.org — Organ Audio

1. Jesus, Lover of my soul, 
Let me to Thy bosom fly 
While the nearer waters roll, 
While the tempest still is high. 
Hide me, O my Savior, hide, 
Till the storm of life is past; 
Safe into the haven guide. 
Oh, receive my soul at last! 

2. Other refuge have I none; 
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee. 
Leave, ah, leave me not alone, 
Still support and comfort me! 
All my trust on Thee is stayed, 
All my help from Thee I bring; 
Cover my defenseless head 
With the shadow of Thy wing. 

3. Wilt Thou not regard my call, 
Wilt Thou not accept my prayer? 
Lo, I sink, I faint, I fall; 
Lo, on Thee I cast my care; 
Reach me out Thy gracious hand! 
While I of Thy strength receive, 
Hoping against hope, I stand, 
Dying , and behold, I live! 

4. Thou, O Christ, art all I want; 
More than all in Thee I find. 
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, 
Heal the sick, and lead the blind. 
Just and holy is Thy name; 
I am all unrighteousness, 
False and full of sin I am; 
Thou art full of truth and grace. 

5. Plenteous grace with Thee is found, 
Grace to cover all my sin. 
Let the healing streams abound; 
Make and keep me pure within. 
Thou of life the Fountain art, 
Freely let me take of Thee; 
Spring Thou up within my heart, 
Rise to all eternity. 


Hymn: WS 756:
Jesus, Lover of My Soul

Hymnary.org

1. Jesus, lover of my soul, 
Let me to Thy bosom fly, 
While the nearer waters roll, 
While the tempest still is high. 
Hide me, O my Savior, hide, 
Till the storm of life is past; 
Safe into the haven guide; 
Oh, receive my soul at last. 

2. Other refuge have I none, 
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; 
Leave, ah! leave me not alone, 
Still support and comfort me. 
All my trust on Thee is stayed, 
All my help from Thee I bring; 
Cover my defenseless head 
With the shadow of Thy wing. 

3. Thou, O Christ, art all I want, 
More than all in Thee I find; 
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, 
Heal the sick, and lead the blind. 
Just and holy is Thy Name, 
Source of all true righteousness; 
Thou art evermore the same, 
Thou art full of truth and grace. 

4. Plenteous grace with Thee is found, 
Grace to cover all my sin; 
Let the healing streams abound; 
Make and keep me pure within. 
Thou of life the fountain art, 
Freely let me take of Thee; 
Spring Thou up within my heart; 
Rise to all eternity. 


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