The Third to Last Sunday in the Church Year | November 10th
28 So a man rots away like a garment eaten by moths.
14 Man born of woman has a few short days, and they are full of anxiety.
2 He blossoms like a flower, but soon withers.
He recedes like a shadow and does not remain.
3 You keep your eye on such a man.
You bring me[f] into judgment in your presence.
4 Who can produce something pure from something that is impure?
5 Certainly his days are determined.
The number of his months has been set by you.
A limit is set, which he cannot exceed.
6 Turn your gaze away from him, and let him be,
until he finishes his day’s work as a hired man.