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

I said,“ In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years.”I said,“ I won’t see Yah, Yah in the land of the living. I will see man no more with the inhabitants of the world.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.I waited patiently until morning. He breaks all my bones like a lion. From day even to night you will make an end of me.I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed. Be my security.”

For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to Sheol.I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,set apart among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.

If I look for Sheol as my house, if I have spread my couch in the darkness,if I have said to corruption,‘ You are my father;’ to the worm,‘ My mother,’ and‘ My sister,’

My breath is offensive to my wife. I am loathsome to the children of my own mother.

After this Job lived one hundred forty years, and saw his sons, and his sons’ sons, to four generations.

For I will not contend forever, neither will I always be angry; for the spirit would faint before me, and the souls whom I have made.

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