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

我的日子比梭更快，都消耗在无指望之中。

我的日子比织布的梭更快，都消耗在没有指望之中。

我的日子比织布的梭更快，都消耗在没有指望之中。

我的年日飞逝，比梭还快，转眼结束，毫无盼望。

我过的日子比梭还要快，在毫无盼望之中而结束。

我的日子比梭更快，都消耗在無指望之中。

我的日子比織布的梭更快，都消耗在沒有指望之中。

我的日子比織布的梭更快，都消耗在沒有指望之中。

我的年日飛逝，比梭還快，轉眼結束，毫無盼望。

我過的日子比梭還要快，在毫無盼望之中而結束。

我的日子比梭還快，都消耗於無指望中。

我日速於梭、消磨於無望、

日月如梭、終身無希望矣。

我日速逝、較織者之梭尤速、悉消沒於無望之中、

“ My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.

“ My days pass by faster than a weaver can work. They come to an end. I don’t have any hope.

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and come to their end without hope.

“ My days fly faster than a weaver’s shuttle. They end without hope.

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

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And they come to an end without hope.

“ My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and they come to an end without hope.

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.

My days fly by faster than a runner; they flee without seeing any good.

where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?

My days have slipped by; my plans have been ruined, even the things dear to my heart.

My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd’s tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver; He cuts me off from the loom. You make an end of me from day until night.I thought until the morning: He will break all my bones like a lion; You make an end of me day and night.

For All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like a flower of the grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls,

As for man, his days are like grass— he blooms like a flower of the field;when the wind passes over it, it vanishes, and its place is no longer known.

My days are like a lengthening shadow, and I wither away like grass.

For only a few years will pass before I go the way of no return.

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.

Keep your feet from going bare and your throat from thirst. But you say,“ It’s hopeless; I love strangers, and I will continue to follow them.”

For the sun rises with its scorching heat and dries up the grass; its flower falls off, and its beautiful appearance is destroyed. In the same way, the rich man will wither away while pursuing his activities.

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

Even if He kills me, I will hope in Him. I will still defend my ways before Him.

You end their lives; they sleep. They are like grass that grows in the morning—in the morning it sprouts and grows; by evening it withers and dries up.

A voice was saying,“ Cry out!” Another said,“ What should I cry out?”“ All humanity is grass, and all its goodness is like the flower of the field.The grass withers, the flowers fade when the breath of the Lord blows on them; indeed, the people are grass.

What strength do I have that I should continue to hope? What is my future, that I should be patient?

Therefore, with your minds ready for action, be serious and set your hope completely on the grace to be brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ.

At that time you were without the Messiah, excluded from the citizenship of Israel, and foreigners to the covenants of the promise, without hope and without God in the world.

The wicked one is thrown down by his own sin, but the righteous one has a refuge in his death.