Excerpt from the handwritten Book of Job:
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.
Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground:
Yet through the sent of water it will bud, and bring forth boughs like a plant.
But man dyeth, and wasteth away; yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?
As the waters fail from the sea, and the flood decayeth and dryeth up:
So man lyeth down, and riseth not, till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake; nor be raised out of their sleep.
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!
If a man die, shall he live again? All the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.
Thou shalt call, and I will answer thee: thou will have a desire to the work of thine hands.