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

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

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

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.

Remember how short my life is. Have You created everyone for nothing?

Men are only a vapor; exalted men, an illusion. Weighed in the scales, they go up; together they are less than a vapor.

You don’t even know what tomorrow will bring— what your life will be! For you are like smoke that appears for a little while, then vanishes.

Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.

For all our days ebb away under Your wrath; we end our years like a sigh.Our lives last seventy years or, if we are strong, eighty years. Even the best of them are struggle and sorrow; indeed, they pass quickly and we fly away.

When I considered all that I had accomplished and what I had labored to achieve, I found everything to be futile and a pursuit of the wind. There was nothing to be gained under the sun.

For in Your sight a thousand years are like yesterday that passes by, like a few hours of the night.You end their lives; they sleep. They are like grass that grows in the morning—

My days fly by faster than a runner; they flee without seeing any good.They sweep by like boats made of papyrus, like an eagle swooping down on its prey.

Man born of woman is short of days and full of trouble.He blossoms like a flower, then withers; he flees like a shadow and does not last.

“ Absolute futility,” says the Teacher.“ Absolute futility. Everything is futile.”

You discipline a man with punishment for sin, consuming like a moth what is precious to him; every man is only a vapor. Selah

Jacob said to Pharaoh,“ My pilgrimage has lasted 130 years. My years have been few and hard, and they have not surpassed the years of my fathers during their pilgrimages.”

All the nations are as nothing before Him; they are considered by Him as nothingness and emptiness.

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

Dear friends, don’t let this one thing escape you: With the Lord one day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years like one day.