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

“ 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 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 life passes more swiftly than a runner. It flees away without a glimpse of happiness.

Where then is my hope? Can anyone find it?

My days are over. My hopes have disappeared. My heart’s desires are broken.

My life has been blown away like a shepherd’s tent in a storm. It has been cut short, as when a weaver cuts cloth from a loom. Suddenly, my life was over.I waited patiently all night, but I was torn apart as though by lions. Suddenly, my life was over.

As the Scriptures say,“ People are like grass; their beauty is like a flower in the field. The grass withers and the flower fades.

Our days on earth are like grass; like wildflowers, we bloom and die.The wind blows, and we are gone— as though we had never been here.

My life passes as swiftly as the evening shadows. I am withering away like grass.

For soon I must go down that road from which I will never return.

How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog— it’s here a little while, then it’s gone.

When will you stop running? When will you stop panting after other gods? But you say,‘ Save your breath. I’m in love with these foreign gods, and I can’t stop loving them now!’

The hot sun rises and the grass withers; the little flower droops and falls, and its beauty fades away. In the same way, the rich will fade away with all of their achievements.

For they are like a breath of air; their days are like a passing shadow.

God might kill me, but I have no other hope. I am going to argue my case with him.

You sweep people away like dreams that disappear. They are like grass that springs up in the morning.In the morning it blooms and flourishes, but by evening it is dry and withered.

A voice said,“ Shout!” I asked,“ What should I shout?”“ Shout that people are like the grass. Their beauty fades as quickly as the flowers in a field.The grass withers and the flowers fade beneath the breath of the Lord. And so it is with people.

But I don’t have the strength to endure. I have nothing to live for.

So prepare your minds for action and exercise self control. Put all your hope in the gracious salvation that will come to you when Jesus Christ is revealed to the world.

In those days you were living apart from Christ. You were excluded from citizenship among the people of Israel, and you did not know the covenant promises God had made to them. You lived in this world without God and without hope.

The wicked are crushed by disaster, but the godly have a refuge when they die.