Psalms 89:47
Oh remember how short my time is: For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!
Oh remember how short my time is: For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!
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4Jehovah, make me to know mine end, And the measure of my days, what it is; Let me know how frail I am.
5Behold, thou hast made my days [as] handbreadths; And my life-time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. {{Selah [
6Surely every man walketh in a vain show; Surely they are disquieted in vain: He heapeth up [riches], and knoweth not who shall gather them.
7And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee.
48What man is he that shall live and not see death, That shall deliver his soul from the power of Sheol? {{Selah
49Lord, where are thy former lovingkindnesses, Which thou swarest unto David in thy faithfulness?
45The days of his youth hast thou shortened: Thou hast covered him with shame. {{Selah
46How long, O Jehovah? wilt thou hide thyself for ever? [How long] shall thy wrath burn like fire?
3Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?
4Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.
13Oh that thou wouldest hide me in Sheol, That thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, That thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
14If a man die, shall he live [again] ? All the days of my warfare would I wait, Till my release should come.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
7Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.
16I loathe [my life] ; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
17What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him, And that thou shouldest set thy mind upon him,
9For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: We bring our years to an end as a sigh.
10The days of our years are threescore years and ten, Or even by reason of strength fourscore years; Yet is their pride but labor and sorrow; For it is soon gone, and we fly away.
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
20Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
3Thou turnest man to destruction, And sayest, Return, ye children of men.
23He weakened my strength in the way; He shortened my days.
24I said, O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days: Thy years are throughout all generations.
11What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?
2O ye sons of men, how long shall my glory be turned into dishonor? [How long] will ye love vanity, and seek after falsehood? {{Selah
5Are thy days as the days of man, Or thy years as man's days,
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.
12My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd's tent: I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
10For my life is spent with sorrow, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are wasted away.
1Is there not a warfare to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling?
1Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.
2He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
10I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
9Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?
10But man dieth, and is laid low: Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?
20Wherefore dost thou forget us for ever, [And] forsake us so long time?
18Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me.
20If I have sinned, what do I unto thee, O thou watcher of men? Why hast thou set me as a mark for thee, So that I am a burden to myself?
1[For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David]. How long, O Jehovah? wilt thou forget me for ever? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me?
29I shall be condemned; Why then do I labor in vain?
11When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, Thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: Surely every man is vanity. {{Selah
12So teach us to number our days, That we may get us a heart of wisdom.
13Return, O Jehovah; How long? And let it repent thee concerning thy servants.
15Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
4His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; In that very day his thoughts perish.
14Jehovah, why castest thou off my soul? Why hidest thou thy face from me?
4What is man, that thou art mindful of him? And the son of man, that thou visitest him?
11Seeing there are many things that increase vanity, what is man the better?
3Wherefore are we counted as beasts, [And] are become unclean in your sight?
4Knowest thou [not] this of old time, Since man was placed upon earth,