My spirit is broken. My days are extinguished. A graveyard awaits 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 broken; my days are extinct; the graveyard is ready 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 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 prime of my life I must go to the gates of Sheol; I am deprived of the rest of my years.I said: I will never see the Lord, the Lord in the land of the living; I will not look on humanity any longer with the inhabitants of what is passing away.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.I thought until the morning: He will break all my bones like a lion; You make an end of me day and night.I chirp like a swallow or a crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed; support me.

For I have had enough troubles, and my life is near Sheol.I am counted among those going down to the Pit. I am like a man without strength,abandoned among the dead. I am like the slain lying in the grave, whom You no longer remember, and who are cut off from Your care.

If I await Sheol as my home, spread out my bed in darkness,and say to corruption: You are my father, and to the maggot: My mother or my sister,

My breath is offensive to my wife, and my own family finds me repulsive.

Job lived 140 years after this and saw his children and their children to the fourth generation.

For I will not accuse you forever, and I will not always be angry; for then the spirit would grow weak before Me, even the breath of man, which I have made.

What strength do I have that I should continue to hope? What is my future, that I should be patient?