Job Laments the Finality of Death
Job says a person born of woman is few of days and full of trouble, appearing like a flower and then fading, like a shadow that does not remain. Because human life is already bounded and impure, he asks why God fixes his gaze on such a creature at all and pleads for enough space to finish the little labor allotted to him.
“1Man, who is born of woman, 2Like a flower, he comes forth, then withers away; 3Do You open Your eyes to one like this? 4Who can bring out clean from unclean? 5Since his days are determined 6look away from him and let him rest,
Job says there is hope for a tree because even an old stump may bud again at the scent of water. A human being, by contrast, dies, wastes away, and lies down without rising, vanishing like waters that dry up and remaining asleep until the heavens are no more.
7For there is hope for a tree: 8If its roots grow old in the ground 9at the scent of water it will bud 10But a man dies and is laid low; 11As water disappears from the sea 12so a man lies down
Job imagines being hidden in Sheol until God's wrath passes and wonders whether a man who dies might live again. In that imagined future God would call and Job would answer, his steps would no longer be watched for punishment, and his transgression would be sealed up and covered rather than kept open against him.
13If only You would hide me in Sheol 14When a man dies, will he live again? 15You will call, and I will answer; 16For then You would count my steps, 17My transgression would be sealed in a bag,
But Job returns to the pattern of erosion: mountains crumble, waters wear away stone, and human hope is similarly destroyed. God overpowers a person and sends him away altered and forgotten, so that he knows nothing of the honor or humiliation of his children and feels only his own pain and mourning.
18But as a mountain erodes and crumbles 19as water wears away the stones 20You forever overpower him, and he passes on; 21If his sons receive honor, he does not know it; 22He feels only the pain of his own body