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

你使我的年日窄如手掌；我一生的年数，在你面前如同无有。各人最稳妥的时候，真是全然虚幻。细拉

看哪，你使我的年日窄如手掌，我一生的年数，在你面前如同无有；各人最稳妥的时候，真是全然虚幻。（细拉）

看哪，你使我的年日窄如手掌，我一生的年数，在你面前如同无有；各人最稳妥的时候，真是全然虚幻。（细拉）

你使我的生命转瞬即逝，我的岁月在你眼中不到片刻。人的生命不过是一丝气息，（细拉）

你使我的日子窄如手掌，我的一生在你面前如同无有；各人站得最稳的时候，也只不过是一口气。（细拉）

看哪，你赐给我的年日屈指可数，我的一生在你面前如同无有；所有人站得最稳的时候，也都全然虚空！细拉

你使我的年日窄如手掌；我一生的年數，在你面前如同無有。各人最穩妥的時候，真是全然虛幻。（細拉）

看哪，你使我的年日窄如手掌，我一生的年數，在你面前如同無有；各人最穩妥的時候，真是全然虛幻。（細拉）

看哪，你使我的年日窄如手掌，我一生的年數，在你面前如同無有；各人最穩妥的時候，真是全然虛幻。（細拉）

你使我的生命轉瞬即逝，我的歲月在你眼中不到片刻。人的生命不過是一絲氣息，（細拉）

你使我的日子窄如手掌，我的一生在你面前如同無有；各人站得最穩的時候，也只不過是一口氣。（細拉）

啊，你使我的年日只有幾手掌寬；我的一生在你面前如同無有；各人立在天地間都是虛幻。（細拉）

看哪，你賜給我的年日屈指可數，我的一生在你面前如同無有；所有人站得最穩的時候，也都全然虛空！細拉

爾使我之年歲、數掌可量、我之壽算、在於爾前、若無有兮、世人穩立時、亦皆虛空兮、

予之生命、廣約一掌、自爾視之、一若無物、人雖完體、實則氣而已。

主賜我生命、長不過掌、生存之年、在主前如同無有、一切世人、雖然豎立、亦是虛幻、細拉、

大限何日屆。壽數幾多長。

You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Everyone is but a breath, even those who seem secure.

You have given me only a few days to live. My whole life doesn’t seem like anything to you. No one lasts any longer than a breath. This is true even for those who feel secure.

Behold, you have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely all mankind stands as a mere breath! Selah

In fact, you have made my days just inches long, and my life span is as nothing to you. Yes, every human being stands as only a vapor. Selah

Behold, You have made my days like hand widths, And my lifetime as nothing in Your sight; Certainly all mankind standing is a mere breath. Selah

Indeed, You have made my days as handbreadths, And my age is as nothing before You; Certainly every man at his best state is but vapor. Selah

Behold, thou hast made my days as handbreadths; And my life- time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity.[ Selah

You, indeed, have made my days short in length, and my life span as nothing in Your sight. Yes, every mortal man is only a vapor. Selah

Behold, thou hast made my days[ as] an handbreadth; and mine age[ is] as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state[ is] altogether vanity. Selah.

Look, you make my days short-lived, and my life span is nothing from your perspective. Surely all people, even those who seem secure, are nothing but vapor.

Behold, you have made my days hand widths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath.” Selah.

Remember how short my life is, how empty and futile this human existence!

Common people are as worthless as a puff of wind, and the powerful are not what they appear to be. If you weigh them on the scales, together they are lighter than a breath of air.

How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog— it’s here a little while, then it’s gone.

For they are like a breath of air; their days are like a passing shadow.

We live our lives beneath your wrath, ending our years with a groan.Seventy years are given to us! Some even live to eighty. But even the best years are filled with pain and trouble; soon they disappear, and we fly away.

But as I looked at everything I had worked so hard to accomplish, it was all so meaningless— like chasing the wind. There was nothing really worthwhile anywhere.

For you, a thousand years are as a passing day, as brief as a few night hours.You sweep people away like dreams that disappear. They are like grass that springs up in the morning.

“ My life passes more swiftly than a runner. It flees away without a glimpse of happiness.It disappears like a swift papyrus boat, like an eagle swooping down on its prey.

“ How frail is humanity! How short is life, how full of trouble!We blossom like a flower and then wither. Like a passing shadow, we quickly disappear.

“ Everything is meaningless,” says the Teacher,“ completely meaningless!”

When you discipline us for our sins, you consume like a moth what is precious to us. Each of us is but a breath. Interlude

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

The nations of the world are worth nothing to him. In his eyes they count for less than nothing— mere emptiness and froth.

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

But you must not forget this one thing, dear friends: A day is like a thousand years to the Lord, and a thousand years is like a day.