1 Kings 8:37
ଯବେେ ଦେଶ ରେ ଦୁର୍ଭିକ୍ଷ ହୁଏ, ଯବେେ ମହାମାରୀ ହୁଏ, ଶସ୍ଯ ସବୁ ନଷ୍ଟ ହୁଏ, ପଙ୍ଗପାଳ ଓ କୀଟ ଦ୍ବାରା ନଷ୍ଟ ହୁଏ, ଶତୃମାନଙ୍କଦ୍ବାରା ନଗର ସମୂହ ଆକ୍ରମିତ ହାଇେ ଅବରୁଦ୍ଧ ହୁଏ ଓ ଯବେେ ତୁମ୍ଭର ଲୋକେ ରୋଗାକ୍ରାନ୍ତ ହୁଅନ୍ତି।
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.
18 And surely the mountain falling cometh to nought, and the rock is removed out of his place.
19 The waters wear the stones: thou washest away the things which grow out of the dust of the earth; and thou destroyest the hope of man.
20 Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth: thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away.
21 His sons come to honour, and he knoweth it not; and they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them.
22 But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.
If | רָעָ֞ב | rāʿāb | ra-AV |
there be | כִּֽי | kî | kee |
in the land | יִהְיֶ֣ה | yihye | yee-YEH |
famine, | בָאָ֗רֶץ | bāʾāreṣ | va-AH-rets |
if | דֶּ֣בֶר | deber | DEH-ver |
be there | כִּֽי | kî | kee |
pestilence, | יִֽ֠הְיֶה | yihĕye | YEE-heh-yeh |
blasting, | שִׁדָּפ֨וֹן | šiddāpôn | shee-da-FONE |
mildew, | יֵֽרָק֜וֹן | yērāqôn | yay-ra-KONE |
locust, | אַרְבֶּ֤ה | ʾarbe | ar-BEH |
or if | חָסִיל֙ | ḥāsîl | ha-SEEL |
there be | כִּ֣י | kî | kee |
caterpiller; | יִֽהְיֶ֔ה | yihĕye | yee-heh-YEH |
if | כִּ֧י | kî | kee |
their enemy | יָֽצַר | yāṣar | YA-tsahr |
besiege | ל֛וֹ | lô | loh |
them in the land | אֹֽיְב֖וֹ | ʾōyĕbô | oh-yeh-VOH |
cities; their of | בְּאֶ֣רֶץ | bĕʾereṣ | beh-EH-rets |
whatsoever | שְׁעָרָ֑יו | šĕʿārāyw | sheh-ah-RAV |
plague, | כָּל | kāl | kahl |
whatsoever | נֶ֖גַע | negaʿ | NEH-ɡa |
sickness | כָּֽל | kāl | kahl |
there be; | מַחֲלָֽה׃ | maḥălâ | ma-huh-LA |
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.
18 And surely the mountain falling cometh to nought, and the rock is removed out of his place.
19 The waters wear the stones: thou washest away the things which grow out of the dust of the earth; and thou destroyest the hope of man.
20 Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth: thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away.
21 His sons come to honour, and he knoweth it not; and they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them.
22 But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.