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

“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.

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

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

“ 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.

For man is born for trouble, As sparks fly upward.

How then can mankind be righteous with God? Or how can anyone who is born of woman be pure?

Because all his days his activity is painful and irritating; even at night his mind does not rest. This too is futility.

So Jacob said to Pharaoh,“ The years of my living abroad are 130; few and unpleasant have been the years of my life, nor have they attained the years that my fathers lived during the days of their living abroad.”

“ Is a person not forced to labor on earth, And are his days not like the days of a hired worker?

Truly I say to you, among those born of women there has not arisen anyone greater than John the Baptist! Yet the one who is least in the kingdom of heaven is greater than he.

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

Behold, I was brought forth in guilt, And in sin my mother conceived me.

So I hated life, for the work which had been done under the sun was unhappy to me; because everything is futility and striving after wind.

“ Now my days are swifter than a runner; They flee away, they see no good.

What is man, that he would be pure, Or he who is born of a woman, that he would be righteous?

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