“ My spirit is broken; my days are extinct; the graveyard is ready for me.

“我的心灵消耗，我的日子灭尽；坟墓为我预备好了。

“我的灵耗尽，我的日子消逝；坟墓为我预备好了。

“我的灵耗尽，我的日子消逝；坟墓为我预备好了。

“我的心灵破碎，我的年日将尽，坟墓等候着我。

“我的气息将断，我的日子快尽，坟墓已为我预备好了。

我的心靈消耗，我的日子滅盡；墳墓為我預備好了。

「我的靈耗盡，我的日子消逝；墳墓為我預備好了。

「我的靈耗盡，我的日子消逝；墳墓為我預備好了。

「我的心靈破碎，我的年日將盡，墳墓等候著我。

“我的氣息將斷，我的日子快盡，墳墓已為我預備好了。

我的生氣斷絕了，我的年日消盡了，所留給我的只有墳地。

我靈已衰、我日已盡、邱墓已為我備、

我神已昏、我命垂盡。將入墓矣。

我氣已衰、我命垂盡、我命垂盡或作我之日月已將無有惟有墳墓以待我、

My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave awaits me.

My strength is almost gone. I won’t live much longer. A grave is waiting for me.

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

My spirit is broken. My days are extinguished. A graveyard awaits me.

“ My spirit is broken, my days are extinguished, The grave is ready for me.

“ My spirit is broken, My days are extinguished, The grave is ready for me.

My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is ready for me.

My spirit is broken. My days are extinguished. A graveyard awaits me.

My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves[ are ready] for me.

My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me.

“ My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, and the grave is ready for me.

I said, In the middle of my days I must depart; I am consigned to the gates of Sheol for the rest of my years.I said, I shall not see the Lord, the Lord in the land of the living; I shall look on man no more among the inhabitants of the world.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;I calmed myself until morning; like a lion he breaks all my bones; from day to night you bring me to an end.Like a swallow or a crane I chirp; I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my pledge of safety!

For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.I am counted among those who go down to the pit; I am a man who has no strength,like one set loose among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, like those whom you remember no more, for they are cut off from your hand.

If I hope for Sheol as my house, if I make my bed in darkness,if I say to the pit,‘ You are my father,’ and to the worm,‘ My mother,’ or‘ My sister,’

My breath is strange to my wife, and I am a stench to the children of my own mother.

And after this Job lived 140 years, and saw his sons, and his sons’ sons, four generations.

For I will not contend forever, nor will I always be angry; for the spirit would grow faint before me, and the breath of life that I made.

What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should be patient?