Job intreateth God for favour, by the shortness of life, and certainty of death.
Job 14:1 Man that is borne of woman, hath but a short tyme to lyue, and is full of miserye. Job 14:2 He commeth vp and is cutt downe lyke a floure. He flyeth as it were a shadowe, and neuer contynueth in one state. Job 14:3 Doest thou open thyne eyes vpon soche one, and bryngest me in thy iudgement? Job 14:4 Who can make cleane, that commeth of an vncleane thynge? Nobody. Job 14:5 The dayes of man surely are determyned, the nombre of his monethes are knowne onely vnto the. Thou hast appoynted hym hys boundes, whych he can not go beyonde. Job 14:6 God from hym, that he maye rest vntyll hys daye come: which he loketh for, lyke as an hyrelynge doth.
Though life once lost be irrecoverable, yet he waiteth for his change.
Job 14:7 If a tre be cut downe, there is some hope yet, that it wyll sproute, and shute forth the braunches agayne. Job 14:8 For though the rote of it be waxen olde, and the stock therof be dead in the ground, yet when it Job 14:9 getteth the sent of water, it wyll budde, and brynge forth bowes, lyke as a tre that is planted. Job 14:10 But as for man, when he is dead, perisshed and consumed awaye, what becommeth of hym? Job 14:11 The floudes when they be dryed vp, and the ryuers when they be empty, are filled agayne thorowe the flowynge waters of the see: Job 14:12 but when man slepeth, he ryseth not agayne, (of hys awne strength) vntyll the heauen perysh: he shall not wake vp ner ryse out of hys slepe. Job 14:13 O that thou woldest kepe me, and hyde me in the hell, vntyll thy wrath were stylled: and to appoynte me a tyme, wherin thou myghtest remembre me. Job 14:14 Maye a dead man lyue agayne? All the dayes of my lyfe wyll I waite styll, tyll my chaungynge shall come. Job 14:15 Thou shalt call me, and I shall answere the: despyse not thou the worke of thyne awne handes.
By sin the creature is subject to corruption.
Job 14:16 For now thou nombrest all my goinges, yet be not thou to extreme vpon my synnes. Job 14:17 My iniquite is sealed vp, as it were in a bagg but be mercyfull vnto my wickednesse. Job 14:18 The mountaynes fall awaye at the last, the rockes are remoued out of theyr place, Job 14:19 the waters pearse thorowe the very stones by lytle and lytle, the floudes wasshe a waye þe grauell and earth. And destroyest thou the hope of man? Job 14:20 Thou preuaylest styl agaynst him, so that he passeth awaye: thou chaungest hys estate, and puttest hym from the. Job 14:21 And whether hys chyldren come to worshyp or no, he cannot tell. And yf they be men of lowe degre, he knoweth not. Job 14:22 Whyle he lyueth, hys flesh must haue trauayle, and while the soule is in hym, he must be in sorowe.