My life has been blown away like a shepherd’s tent in a storm. It has been cut short, as when a weaver cuts cloth from a loom. Suddenly, my life was over.

我的住处被迁去离开我，好像牧人的帐棚一样；我将性命卷起，像织布的卷布一样。耶和华必将我从机头剪断，从早到晚，他要使我完结。

我的住处好像牧人的帐棚，遭人掀起，离我而去；我将性命卷起，像织布的卷布一样。他从织布机头那里将我剪断，你使我命丧于旦夕。

我的住处好像牧人的帐棚，遭人掀起，离我而去；我将性命卷起，像织布的卷布一样。他从织布机头那里将我剪断，你使我命丧于旦夕。

我的生命像牧人的帐篷一样被拆走，像织布机上的布匹一样被剪断。一日之间，祂使我的生命嘎然而止。

我的住处被拔起，迁离了我，像牧人的帐棚一样；我卷起我的性命，像织布的卷布一样；他把我从机头剪断；一日之间，他必使我生命终结。

我的住处好像牧人的帐篷，被拔出、挪走；我卷起我的性命，像织布的卷布那样；他把我从织布机上剪断，一日之间，他使我丧命。

我的住處被遷去離開我，好像牧人的帳棚一樣；我將性命捲起，像織布的捲布一樣。耶和華必將我從機頭剪斷，從早到晚，他要使我完結。

我的住處好像牧人的帳棚，遭人掀起，離我而去；我將性命捲起，像織布的捲布一樣。他從織布機頭那裏將我剪斷，你使我命喪於旦夕。

我的住處好像牧人的帳棚，遭人掀起，離我而去；我將性命捲起，像織布的捲布一樣。他從織布機頭那裏將我剪斷，你使我命喪於旦夕。

我的生命像牧人的帳篷一樣被拆走，像織布機上的布匹一樣被剪斷。一日之間，祂使我的生命嘎然而止。

我的住處被拔起，遷離了我，像牧人的帳棚一樣；我捲起我的性命，像織布的捲布一樣；他把我從機頭剪斷；一日之間，他必使我生命終結。

我的人生之幕被拔起而撤去，像牧人的帳棚一樣；我像織布者數算我的性命；但他將我從布機頭剪掉；無論白晝黑夜他總把我放棄。

我的住處好像牧人的帳篷，被拔出、挪走；我捲起我的性命，像織布的捲布那樣；他把我從織布機上剪斷，一日之間，他使我喪命。

我室被撤而遷移、若牧者之帳幕、我捲我生、若織者之捲布、爾必斷我於機、旦夕終我之命、

我室見毀、若遷牧羊之廬、我命將終、危在旦夕、若織者斷其布經。

我幕將撤、與我別離、如牧人之撒幕、我命將終、如織者織布已畢、絕之於機、將布捲之、在旦夕之間、主幾滅我、

Like a shepherd’s tent my house has been pulled down and taken from me. Like a weaver I have rolled up my life, and he has cut me off from the loom; day and night you made an end of me.

My body is like a shepherd’s tent. It has been pulled down and carried off. My life is like a piece of cloth that I’ve rolled up. You have cut it off from the loom. In a short period of time you have brought my life to an end.

My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd’s tent; like a weaver I have rolled up my life; he cuts me off from the loom; from day to night you bring me to an end;

My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd’s tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver; he cuts me off from the loom. By nightfall you make an end of me.

Like a shepherd’s tent my dwelling is pulled up and removed from me; As a weaver I rolled up my life. He cuts me off from the loom; From day until night You make an end of me.

My life span is gone, Taken from me like a shepherd’s tent; I have cut off my life like a weaver. He cuts me off from the loom; From day until night You make an end of me.

My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd’s tent: I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.

My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd’s tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver; He cuts me off from the loom. You make an end of me from day until night.

Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd’s tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day[ even] to night wilt thou make an end of me.

My dwelling place is removed and taken away from me like a shepherd’s tent. I rolled up my life like a weaver rolls cloth; from the loom he cuts me off. You turn day into night and end my life.

My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me like a shepherd’s tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver. He will cut me off from the loom. From day even to night you will make an end of me.

You will fold them up like a cloak and discard them like old clothing. But you are always the same; you will live forever.”

I get nothing but trouble all day long; every morning brings me pain.

For we know that when this earthly tent we live in is taken down( that is, when we die and leave this earthly body), we will have a house in heaven, an eternal body made for us by God himself and not by human hands.

Even princes sit and speak against me, but I will meditate on your decrees.

I wish he would crush me. I wish he would reach out his hand and kill me.

We blossom like a flower and then wither. Like a passing shadow, we quickly disappear.

And it is only right that I should keep on reminding you as long as I live.For our Lord Jesus Christ has shown me that I must soon leave this earthly life,

While we live in these earthly bodies, we groan and sigh, but it’s not that we want to die and get rid of these bodies that clothe us. Rather, we want to put on our new bodies so that these dying bodies will be swallowed up by life.

My life passes as swiftly as the evening shadows. I am withering away like grass.

In panic I cried out,“ I am cut off from the Lord!” But you heard my cry for mercy and answered my call for help.

Babylon will never be inhabited again. It will remain empty for generation after generation. Nomads will refuse to camp there, and shepherds will not bed down their sheep.

How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog— it’s here a little while, then it’s gone.

I, too, have been assigned months of futility, long and weary nights of misery.Lying in bed, I think,‘ When will it be morning?’ But the night drags on, and I toss till dawn.My body is covered with maggots and scabs. My skin breaks open, oozing with pus.“ My days fly faster than a weaver’s shuttle. They end without hope.O God, remember that my life is but a breath, and I will never again feel happiness.

He broke my strength in midlife, cutting short my days.But I cried to him,“ O my God, who lives forever, don’t take my life while I am so young!

Beautiful Jerusalem stands abandoned like a watchman’s shelter in a vineyard, like a lean to in a cucumber field after the harvest, like a helpless city under siege.

They are alive in the morning but dead by evening, gone forever without a trace.

“ My spirit is crushed, and my life is nearly snuffed out. The grave is ready to receive me.

You have made him old before his time and publicly disgraced him. InterludeO Lord, how long will this go on? Will you hide yourself forever? How long will your anger burn like fire?Remember how short my life is, how empty and futile this human existence!

“ My life passes more swiftly than a runner. It flees away without a glimpse of happiness.It disappears like a swift papyrus boat, like an eagle swooping down on its prey.