He remembered that they were made of flesh, and were like a wind that blows past 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.

So 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 but flesh, a wind that passes away, and doesn’t come again.

Remember that my life is but a breath, that my eyes will never again see happiness.

So the LORD said,“ My spirit will not remain in humankind indefinitely, since they are mortal. They will remain for 120 more years.”

You do not know about tomorrow. What is your life like? For you are a puff of smoke that appears for a short time and then vanishes.

I loathe it; I do not want to live forever; leave me alone, for my days are a vapor!

What is born of the flesh is flesh, and what is born of the Spirit is spirit.

Remember that you have made me as with the clay; will you return me to dust?

For he knows what we are made of; he realizes we are made of clay.A person’s life is like grass. Like a flower in the field it flourishes,but when the hot wind blows by, it disappears, and one can no longer even spot the place where it once grew.