My days have passed; my plans are broken off, the desires of my heart.
My spirit is in trouble; my days are extinguished; graves are for me.
They set night for day; light is near in the face of darkness.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and end without hope.
Of man are plans of the heart, and the answer of the tongue from Jehovah.
A man’s heart plans his way, but Jehovah establishes his step.
Many purposes are in a man’s heart, but the counsel of Jehovah shall rise.
All that your hand finds to do, do it with your strength. For there is no work, or planning, or knowledge, or wisdom, in Sheol, there where you go.
I said in the cessation of my days, I shall go to the gates of Sheol; I must account for the rest of my years.
Counsel a plan, and it is broken; speak a word, and it shall not rise; for God is with us.
Who is this who speaks, and it occurs, though the Lord does not command it?
But I do not wish you to be ignorant, brothers, that often I purposed to come to you, and was kept back until the present, that I might have some fruit among you also, even as among the other nations.