Behold, thou hast made my days as handbreadths; And my life- time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity.[ Selah

你使我的年日窄如手掌；我一生的年数，在你面前如同无有。各人最稳妥的时候，真是全然虚幻。细拉

看哪，你使我的年日窄如手掌，我一生的年数，在你面前如同无有；各人最稳妥的时候，真是全然虚幻。（细拉）

看哪，你使我的年日窄如手掌，我一生的年数，在你面前如同无有；各人最稳妥的时候，真是全然虚幻。（细拉）

你使我的生命转瞬即逝，我的岁月在你眼中不到片刻。人的生命不过是一丝气息，（细拉）

你使我的日子窄如手掌，我的一生在你面前如同无有；各人站得最稳的时候，也只不过是一口气。（细拉）

看哪，你赐给我的年日屈指可数，我的一生在你面前如同无有；所有人站得最稳的时候，也都全然虚空！细拉

你使我的年日窄如手掌；我一生的年數，在你面前如同無有。各人最穩妥的時候，真是全然虛幻。（細拉）

看哪，你使我的年日窄如手掌，我一生的年數，在你面前如同無有；各人最穩妥的時候，真是全然虛幻。（細拉）

看哪，你使我的年日窄如手掌，我一生的年數，在你面前如同無有；各人最穩妥的時候，真是全然虛幻。（細拉）

你使我的生命轉瞬即逝，我的歲月在你眼中不到片刻。人的生命不過是一絲氣息，（細拉）

你使我的日子窄如手掌，我的一生在你面前如同無有；各人站得最穩的時候，也只不過是一口氣。（細拉）

啊，你使我的年日只有幾手掌寬；我的一生在你面前如同無有；各人立在天地間都是虛幻。（細拉）

看哪，你賜給我的年日屈指可數，我的一生在你面前如同無有；所有人站得最穩的時候，也都全然虛空！細拉

爾使我之年歲、數掌可量、我之壽算、在於爾前、若無有兮、世人穩立時、亦皆虛空兮、

予之生命、廣約一掌、自爾視之、一若無物、人雖完體、實則氣而已。

主賜我生命、長不過掌、生存之年、在主前如同無有、一切世人、雖然豎立、亦是虛幻、細拉、

大限何日屆。壽數幾多長。

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.

You have given me only a few days to live. My whole life doesn’t seem like anything to you. No one lasts any longer than a breath. This is true even for those who feel secure.

Behold, you have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely all mankind stands as a mere breath! Selah

You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand. My entire lifetime is just a moment to you; at best, each of us is but a breath.” Interlude

In fact, you have made my days just inches long, and my life span is as nothing to you. Yes, every human being stands as only a vapor. Selah

Behold, You have made my days like hand widths, And my lifetime as nothing in Your sight; Certainly all mankind standing is a mere breath. Selah

Indeed, You have made my days as handbreadths, And my age is as nothing before You; Certainly every man at his best state is but vapor. Selah

You, indeed, have made my days short in length, and my life span as nothing in Your sight. Yes, every mortal man is only a vapor. Selah

Behold, thou hast made my days[ as] an handbreadth; and mine age[ is] as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state[ is] altogether vanity. Selah.

Look, you make my days short-lived, and my life span is nothing from your perspective. Surely all people, even those who seem secure, are nothing but vapor.

Behold, you have made my days hand widths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath.” Selah.

Oh remember how short my time is: For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!

Surely men of low degree are vanity, and men of high degree are a lie: In the balances they will go up; They are together lighter than vanity.

whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. What is your life? For ye are a vapor that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.

Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.

For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: We bring our years to an end as a sigh.The days of our years are threescore years and ten, Or even by reason of strength fourscore years; Yet is their pride but labor and sorrow; For it is soon gone, and we fly away.

Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labor that I had labored to do; and, behold, all was vanity and a striving after wind, and there was no profit under the sun.

For a thousand years in thy sight Are but as yesterday when it is past, And as a watch in the night.Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: In the morning they are like grass which groweth up.

Now my days are swifter than a post: They flee away, they see no good.They are passed away as the swift ships; As the eagle that swoopeth on the prey.

Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher; vanity of vanities, all is vanity.

When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, Thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: Surely every man is vanity.[ Selah

And Jacob said unto Pharaoh, The days of the years of my pilgrimage are a hundred and thirty years: few and evil have been the days of the years of my life, and they have not attained unto the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.

All the nations are as nothing before him; they are accounted by him as less than nothing, and vanity.

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

But forget not this one thing, beloved, that one day is with the Lord as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day.