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

“我的日子比跑信的更快，急速过去，不见福乐。

“我的日子比奔跑者更快，急速过去，不见福乐。

“我的日子比奔跑者更快，急速过去，不见福乐。

“我的年日比信差还快，匆匆而过，不见幸福。

我的日子过得比信差还快，飞快逝去，不见福乐。

我的日子比跑信的更快，急速過去，不見福樂。

「我的日子比奔跑者更快，急速過去，不見福樂。

「我的日子比奔跑者更快，急速過去，不見福樂。

「我的年日比信差還快，匆匆而過，不見幸福。

我的日子過得比信差還快，飛快逝去，不見福樂。

『我的日子比跑信的更快；它疾飛過去，不見福樂。

我日速於郵傳、趨而不見福祉、

日月逝矣、速於郵傳、流光已邁、我未見福之至也。

我日速逝、較驛卒而尤速、趨而不見福祉、

“ God, my days race by like a runner. They fly away without seeing any joy.

“ My days are swifter than a runner; they flee away; they see no good.

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

My days fly by faster than a runner; they flee without seeing any good.

“ Now my days are swifter than a runner; They flee away, they see no good.

“ Now my days are swifter than a runner; They flee away, they see no good.

Now my days are swifter than a post: They flee away, they see no good.

My days fly by faster than a runner; they flee without seeing any good.

Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.

“ My days are swifter than a runner, they speed by without seeing happiness.

“ Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away. They see no good.

“ My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath; my eyes will never see happiness again.

All our days pass away under your wrath; we finish our years with a moan.Our days may come to seventy years, or eighty, if our strength endures; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.

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.

You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Everyone is but a breath, even those who seem secure.

Remember how fleeting is my life. For what futility you have created all humanity!

When you rebuke and discipline anyone for their sin, you consume their wealth like a moth— surely everyone is but a breath.

The couriers, riding the royal horses, went out, spurred on by the king’s command, and the edict was issued in the citadel of Susa.