My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.
I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
A man’s heart deviseth his way; But Jehovah directeth his steps.
Who is he that saith, and it cometh to pass, when the Lord commandeth it not?
Take counsel together, and it shall be brought to nought; speak the word, and it shall not stand: for God is with us.
And I would not have you ignorant, brethren, that oftentimes I purposed to come unto you (and was hindered hitherto), that I might have some fruit in you also, even as in the rest of the Gentiles.
Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in Sheol, whither thou goest.
There are many devices in a man’s heart; But the counsel of Jehovah, that shall stand.
They change the night into day: The light, say they, is near unto the darkness.
My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is ready for me.
The plans of the heart belong to man; But the answer of the tongue is from Jehovah.