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


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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