as rottenness, and as a garment that is moth-eaten.
R. Remember me, O God, because my life is but wind; * nor may the sight of man behold me.
V. From the depths I have cried to Thee, O Lord: Lord, hear my voice. * Nor may the sight of man behold me.
FIFTH LESSON
Job xiv
Man born of woman, living for a short time, is filled with many miseries. He cometh forth like a flower, and is destroyed, and fleeth as a shadow, and never continueth in the same state. And dost Thou think it meet to open Thy eyes upon such a one, and to bring him into judgment with Thee? Who can make him clean that is conceived of unclean seed? Is it not Thou only? The days of man are short and the number of his months is with Thee: Thou hast appointed his bounds which cannot be passed. Depart a little from him, that he may rest,
