My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the desires of my heart.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are ended without hope.
I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave; I have numbered the rest of my years.
A man's heart plans his way, but Jehovah directs his steps.
Who is this who speaks, and it occurs, when the Lord does not command it?
Counsel a counsel, and it is frustrated. Speak a word, and it shall not stand; for God is with us.
But I would not have you ignorant, brothers, that oftentimes 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 other nations.
Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might; for there is no work, nor plan, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave where you go.
There are many purposes in a man's heart, but the counsel of Jehovah shall stand.
They set night for day; the light is near in the face of darkness.
My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the graves are ready for me.
The ordering of the heart in man, and the answer of the tongue, is from Jehovah.