So He remembered that they were only flesh, A wind that passes and does not return.

他想到他们不过是血气，是一阵去而不返的风。

他想念他们不过是血肉之躯，是一阵去而不返的风。

他想念他们不过是血肉之躯，是一阵去而不返的风。

祂顾念他们不过是血肉之躯，像一阵风转眼消逝。

他顾念他们不过是人，是一阵吹去不再返回的风。

他顾念他们不过是血肉之躯，是一阵去而不返的风。

他想到他們不過是血氣，是一陣去而不返的風。

他想念他們不過是血肉之軀，是一陣去而不返的風。

他想念他們不過是血肉之軀，是一陣去而不返的風。

祂顧念他們不過是血肉之軀，像一陣風轉眼消逝。

他顧念他們不過是人，是一陣吹去不再返回的風。

他記得他們不過是血肉，不過是風，去而不返。

他顧念他們不過是血肉之軀，是一陣去而不返的風。

念其祗屬血氣、去而不返之風兮、

爰知斯民、特血氣之屬兮、譬彼飄風、一去不回兮。

念彼眾不過血氣成形、如噓氣去而不返、

念彼眾生。原係弱質。如風之過。一去無蹤。

He remembered that they were but flesh, a passing breeze that does not return.

He remembered that they were only human. He remembered they were only a breath of air that drifts by and doesn’t return.

He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes and comes not again.

For he remembered that they were merely mortal, gone like a breath of wind that never returns.

He remembered that they were only flesh, a wind that passes and does not return.

For He remembered that they were but flesh, A breath that passes away and does not come again.

And he remembered that they were but flesh, A wind that passeth away, and cometh not again.

He remembered that they were only flesh, a wind that passes and does not return.

For he remembered that they[ were but] flesh; a wind that passeth away, and cometh not again.

He remembered that they were made of flesh, and were like a wind that blows past and does not return.

He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes away, and doesn’t come again.

“ Remember that my life is a mere breath; My eye will not see goodness again.

Then the Lord said,“ My Spirit will not remain with man forever, because he is also flesh; nevertheless his days shall be 120 years.”

Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. For you are just a vapor that appears for a little while, and then vanishes away.

I waste away; I will not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are only a breath.

That which has been born of the flesh is flesh, and that which has been born of the Spirit is spirit.

Remember that You have made me as clay; Yet would You turn me into dust again?

For He Himself knows our form; He is mindful that we are nothing but dust.As for man, his days are like grass; Like a flower of the field, so he flourishes.When the wind has passed over it, it is no more, And its place no longer knows about it.