My days have passed, my plans are torn apart. Yet the desires of my heart
“My spirit is broken, my days have cut short, the graveyard awaits me.
turn night into day; in the face of darkness light is near.
My days fly faster than a weaver’s shuttle and come to an end without hope.
The plans of the heart belong to man, but the tongue’s answer is from Adonai.
The heart of man plans his course, but Adonai directs his steps.
Many are the plans in a man’s heart, but the counsel of Adonai will stand.
Whatever your hand finds to do, do with all your strength, for there is no work or planning or knowledge or wisdom in Sheol, where you are going.
I said: “In the prime of my life, I am to enter the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the rest of my years.”
Take counsel together, but it will amount to nothing. Speak a word, but it will not stand. For God is with us!
Who speaks and it comes to pass unless the Lord has decreed it?
I do not want you to be unaware, brothers and sisters, that many times I planned to come to you (though I was prevented until now)—so I might have some fruit among you also, just as I have among the rest of the nations.