“ My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.

我的日子比梭更快，都消耗在无指望之中。

我的日子比织布的梭更快，都消耗在没有指望之中。

我的日子比织布的梭更快，都消耗在没有指望之中。

我的年日飞逝，比梭还快，转眼结束，毫无盼望。

我过的日子比梭还要快，在毫无盼望之中而结束。

我的日子比梭更快，都消耗在無指望之中。

我的日子比織布的梭更快，都消耗在沒有指望之中。

我的日子比織布的梭更快，都消耗在沒有指望之中。

我的年日飛逝，比梭還快，轉眼結束，毫無盼望。

我過的日子比梭還要快，在毫無盼望之中而結束。

我的日子比梭還快，都消耗於無指望中。

我日速於梭、消磨於無望、

日月如梭、終身無希望矣。

我日速逝、較織者之梭尤速、悉消沒於無望之中、

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

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and come to their end without hope.

“ My days fly faster than a weaver’s shuttle. They end without hope.

My days pass more swiftly than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And they come to an end without hope.

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

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

My days pass more swiftly than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.

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

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and they come to an end without hope.

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

“ My days are swifter than a runner; they fly away without a glimpse of joy.

where then is my hope— who can see any hope for me?

My days have passed, my plans are shattered. Yet the desires of my heart

Like a shepherd’s tent my house has been pulled down and taken from me. Like a weaver I have rolled up my life, and he has cut me off from the loom; day and night you made an end of me.I waited patiently till dawn, but like a lion he broke all my bones; day and night you made an end of me.

For,“ All people are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall,

The life of mortals is like grass, they flourish like a flower of the field;the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more.

My days are like the evening shadow; I wither away like grass.

“ Only a few years will pass before I take the path of no return.

Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.

Do not run until your feet are bare and your throat is dry. But you said,‘ It’s no use! I love foreign gods, and I must go after them.’

For the sun rises with scorching heat and withers the plant; its blossom falls and its beauty is destroyed. In the same way, the rich will fade away even while they go about their business.

They are like a breath; their days are like a fleeting shadow.

Though he slay me, yet will I hope in him; I will surely defend my ways to his face.

Yet you sweep people away in the sleep of death— they are like the new grass of the morning:In the morning it springs up new, but by evening it is dry and withered.

A voice says,“ Cry out.” And I said,“ What shall I cry?”“ All people are like grass, and all their faithfulness is like the flowers of the field.The grass withers and the flowers fall, because the breath of the Lord blows on them. Surely the people are grass.

“ What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What prospects, that I should be patient?

Therefore, with minds that are alert and fully sober, set your hope on the grace to be brought to you when Jesus Christ is revealed at his coming.

remember that at that time you were separate from Christ, excluded from citizenship in Israel and foreigners to the covenants of the promise, without hope and without God in the world.

When calamity comes, the wicked are brought down, but even in death the righteous seek refuge in God.