My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is ready for me.

“我的心灵消耗，我的日子灭尽；坟墓为我预备好了。

“我的灵耗尽，我的日子消逝；坟墓为我预备好了。

“我的灵耗尽，我的日子消逝；坟墓为我预备好了。

“我的心灵破碎，我的年日将尽，坟墓等候着我。

“我的气息将断，我的日子快尽，坟墓已为我预备好了。

我的心靈消耗，我的日子滅盡；墳墓為我預備好了。

「我的靈耗盡，我的日子消逝；墳墓為我預備好了。

「我的靈耗盡，我的日子消逝；墳墓為我預備好了。

「我的心靈破碎，我的年日將盡，墳墓等候著我。

“我的氣息將斷，我的日子快盡，墳墓已為我預備好了。

我的生氣斷絕了，我的年日消盡了，所留給我的只有墳地。

我靈已衰、我日已盡、邱墓已為我備、

我神已昏、我命垂盡。將入墓矣。

我氣已衰、我命垂盡、我命垂盡或作我之日月已將無有惟有墳墓以待我、

My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave awaits me.

My strength is almost gone. I won’t live much longer. A grave is waiting for me.

“ My spirit is broken; my days are extinct; the graveyard is ready for me.

“ My spirit is crushed, and my life is nearly snuffed out. The grave is ready to receive me.

My spirit is broken. My days are extinguished. A graveyard awaits me.

“ My spirit is broken, my days are extinguished, The grave is ready for me.

“ My spirit is broken, My days are extinguished, The grave is ready for me.

My spirit is broken. My days are extinguished. A graveyard awaits me.

My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves[ are ready] for me.

My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me.

“ My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, and the grave is ready for me.

I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.I said, I shall not see Jehovah, even Jehovah in the land of the living: I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world.My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd’s tent: I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.I quieted myself until morning; as a lion, so he breaketh all my bones: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.Like a swallow or a crane, so did I chatter; I did moan as a dove; mine eyes fail with looking upward: O Lord, I am oppressed, be thou my surety.

For my soul is full of troubles, And my life draweth nigh unto Sheol.I am reckoned with them that go down into the pit; I am as a man that hath no help,Cast off among the dead, Like the slain that lie in the grave, Whom thou rememberest no more, And they are cut off from thy hand.

If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness;If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; To the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister;

My breath is strange to my wife, And my supplication to the children of mine own mother.

And after this Job lived a hundred and forty years, and saw his sons, and his sons’ sons, even four generations.

For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be always wroth; for the spirit would faint before me, and the souls that I have made.

What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?