My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits 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 consumed, my days are extinct, 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 consumed. My days are extinct, and the grave is ready for me.

“ I thought,‘ In the middle of my life I must walk through the gates of Sheol, I am deprived of the rest of my years.’“ I thought,‘ I will no longer see the LORD in the land of the living, I will no longer look on humankind with the inhabitants of the world.My dwelling place is removed and taken away from me like a shepherd’s tent. I rolled up my life like a weaver rolls cloth; from the loom he cuts me off. You turn day into night and end my life.I cry out until morning; like a lion he shatters all my bones; you turn day into night and end my life.Like a swallow or a thrush I chirp, I coo like a dove; my eyes grow tired from looking up to the sky. O sovereign master, I am oppressed; help me!

For my life is filled with troubles and I am ready to enter Sheol.They treat me like those who descend into the grave. I am like a helpless man,adrift among the dead, like corpses lying in the grave, whom you remember no more, and who are cut off from your power.

If I hope for the grave to be my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness,If I cry to corruption,‘ You are my father,’ and to the worm,‘ My Mother,’ or‘ My sister,’

My breath is repulsive to my wife; I am loathsome to my brothers.

After this Job lived 140 years; he saw his children and their children to the fourth generation.

For I will not be hostile forever or perpetually angry, for then man’s spirit would grow faint before me, the life-giving breath I created.

What is my strength, that I should wait? and what is my end, that I should prolong my life?