Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.

“人为妇人所生，日子短少，多有患难；

“人为妇人所生，日子短少，多有患难。

“人为妇人所生，日子短少，多有患难。

“人为妇人所生，一生短暂，充满患难。

“妇人所生的日子短少，满有搅扰；

人為婦人所生，日子短少，多有患難；

「人為婦人所生，日子短少，多有患難。

「人為婦人所生，日子短少，多有患難。

「人為婦人所生，一生短暫，充滿患難。

“婦人所生的日子短少，滿有攪擾；

『婦人所生的人歲數短促，滿有煩擾。

由婦所生之人、時日短促、憂苦充盈、

人乃婦女誕育、既不永年、且多憂慮。

人乃婦人所生、年雖少而煩惱多、年雖少而煩惱多或作既不永年且多煩惱

“ Mortals, born of woman, are of few days and full of trouble.

Human beings have only a few days to live. Their lives are full of trouble.

“ Man who is born of a woman is few of days and full of trouble.

“ How frail is humanity! How short is life, how full of trouble!

Anyone born of woman is short of days and full of trouble.

“ Man, who is born of woman, Is short lived and full of turmoil.

“ Man who is born of woman Is of few days and full of trouble.

Man born of woman is short of days and full of trouble.

Man[ that is] born of a woman[ is] of few days, and full of trouble.

“ Man, born of woman, lives but a few days, and they are full of trouble.

“ Man, who is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble.

But man is born unto trouble, As the sparks fly upward.

How then can man be just with God? Or how can he be clean that is born of a woman?

For all his days are but sorrows, and his travail is grief; yea, even in the night his heart taketh no rest. This also is vanity.

And Jacob said unto Pharaoh, The days of the years of my pilgrimage are a hundred and thirty years: few and evil have been the days of the years of my life, and they have not attained unto the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.

Is there not a warfare to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling?

Verily I say unto you, Among them that are born of women there hath not arisen a greater than John the Baptist: yet he that is but little in the kingdom of heaven is greater than he.

Behold, thou hast made my days as handbreadths; And my life- time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity.[ Selah

Behold, I was brought forth in iniquity; And in sin did my mother conceive me.

So I hated life, because the work that is wrought under the sun was grievous unto me; for all is vanity and a striving after wind.

Now my days are swifter than a post: They flee away, they see no good.

What is man, that he should be clean? And he that is born of a woman, that he should be righteous?

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.