My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
Night for day they appoint, Light `is' near because of darkness.
My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
Of man `are' arrangements of the heart, And from Jehovah an answer of the tongue.
The heart of man deviseth his way, And Jehovah establisheth his step.
Many `are' the purposes in a man's heart, And the counsel of Jehovah it standeth.
All that thy hand findeth to do, with thy power do, for there is no work, and device, and knowledge, and wisdom in Sheol whither thou art going.
`I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.
Take counsel, and it is broken, Speak a word, and it doth not stand, Because of Emmanu-El!'
Who `is' this -- he hath said, and it is, `And' the Lord hath not commanded `it'?
And I do not wish you to be ignorant, brethren, that many times I did purpose to come unto you -- and was hindered till the present time -- that some fruit I might have also among you, even as also among the other nations.