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 cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the rest of my years.
A man's heart plans his way: but the LORD directs his steps.
Who is he that says, and it comes to pass, when the Lord commands it not?
Take counsel together, and it shall come to nothing; speak the word, and it shall not stand: for God is with us.
Now I would not have you ignorant, brethren, that often I purposed to come unto you, (but was prevented thus far,) that I might have some fruit among you also, even as among other Gentiles.
Whatsoever your hand finds to do, do it with your might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, where you go.
There are many plans in a man's heart; nevertheless the counsel of the LORD, that shall stand.
They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.
The preparations of the heart belong to man, but the answer of the tongue, is from the LORD.