“ How frail is humanity! How short is life, how full of trouble!

“人为妇人所生，日子短少，多有患难；

“人为妇人所生，日子短少，多有患难。

“人为妇人所生，日子短少，多有患难。

“人为妇人所生，一生短暂，充满患难。

“妇人所生的日子短少，满有搅扰；

人為婦人所生，日子短少，多有患難；

「人為婦人所生，日子短少，多有患難。

「人為婦人所生，日子短少，多有患難。

「人為婦人所生，一生短暫，充滿患難。

“婦人所生的日子短少，滿有攪擾；

『婦人所生的人歲數短促，滿有煩擾。

由婦所生之人、時日短促、憂苦充盈、

人乃婦女誕育、既不永年、且多憂慮。

人乃婦人所生、年雖少而煩惱多、年雖少而煩惱多或作既不永年且多煩惱

“ Mortals, born of woman, are of few days and full of trouble.

Human beings have only a few days to live. Their lives are full of trouble.

“ Man who is born of a woman is few of days and full of trouble.

Anyone born of woman is short of days and full of trouble.

“ Man, who is born of woman, Is short lived and full of turmoil.

“ Man who is born of woman Is of few days and full of trouble.

Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.

Man born of woman is short of days and full of trouble.

Man[ that is] born of a woman[ is] of few days, and full of trouble.

“ Man, born of woman, lives but a few days, and they are full of trouble.

“ Man, who is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble.

People are born for trouble as readily as sparks fly up from a fire.

How can a mortal be innocent before God? Can anyone born of a woman be pure?

Their days of labor are filled with pain and grief; even at night their minds cannot rest. It is all meaningless.

Jacob replied,“ I have traveled this earth for 130 hard years. But my life has been short compared to the lives of my ancestors.”

“ Is not all human life a struggle? Our lives are like that of a hired hand,

“ I tell you the truth, of all who have ever lived, none is greater than John the Baptist. Yet even the least person in the Kingdom of Heaven is greater than he is!

You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand. My entire lifetime is just a moment to you; at best, each of us is but a breath.” Interlude

For I was born a sinner— yes, from the moment my mother conceived me.

So I came to hate life because everything done here under the sun is so troubling. Everything is meaningless— like chasing the wind.

“ My life passes more swiftly than a runner. It flees away without a glimpse of happiness.

Can any mortal be pure? Can anyone born of a woman be just?

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