My days are past, my plans are broken off, the desires of my heart.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and come to their end without hope.
I said, In the noontide of my days I must depart; I am consigned to the gates of Sheol for the rest of my years.
A man's mind plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.
Who has commanded and it came to pass, unless the Lord has ordained it?
Take counsel together, but it will come to naught; speak a word, but it will not stand, for God is with us.
I want you to know, brethren, that I have often intended to come to you (but thus far have been prevented), in order that I may reap some harvest among you as well as among the rest of the Gentiles.
Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might; for there is no work or thought or knowledge or wisdom in Sheol, to which you are going.
Many are the plans in the mind of a man, but it is the purpose of the Lord that will be established.
They make night into day; ‘The light,’ they say, ‘is near to the darkness.’
My spirit is broken, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.
The plans of the mind belong to man, but the answer of the tongue is from the Lord.