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

“ 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, that is born of a 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.

People are born to have trouble. And that’s just as sure as sparks fly up.

How can human beings be right with God? How can mere people really be pure?

As long as they live, their work is nothing but pain and sorrow. Even at night their minds can’t rest. That doesn’t have any meaning either.

Jacob said to Pharaoh,“ The years of my journey through life are 130. My years have been few and hard. They aren’t as many as the years of my father and grandfather before me.”

Job continued,“ Don’t all human beings have to work hard on this earth? Aren’t their days like the days of hired workers?

What I’m about to tell you is true. No one more important than John the Baptist has ever been born. But the least important person in the kingdom of heaven is more important than he is.

You have given me only a few days to live. My whole life doesn’t seem like anything to you. No one lasts any longer than a breath. This is true even for those who feel secure.

I know I’ve been a sinner ever since I was born. I’ve been a sinner ever since my mother became pregnant with me.

So I hated life. That’s because the work done on this earth made me sad. None of it has any meaning. It’s like chasing the wind.

“ God, my days race by like a runner. They fly away without seeing any joy.

“ Can human beings really be pure? Can those who are born really be right with God?

“ My days pass by faster than a weaver can work. They come to an end. I don’t have any hope.