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

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

Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye will no more see good.

Yahweh said,“ My Spirit will not strive with man forever, because he also is flesh; so his days will be one hundred twenty years.”

Whereas you don’t know what your life will be like tomorrow. For what is your life? For you are a vapor that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away.

I loathe my life. I don’t want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.

That which is born of the flesh is flesh. That which is born of the Spirit is spirit.

Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?

For he knows how we are made. He remembers that we are dust.As for man, his days are like grass. As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.For the wind passes over it, and it is gone. Its place remembers it no more.