Psalms 90:10
The 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.
The 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.
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9For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: We bring our years to an end as a sigh.
11Who knoweth the power of thine anger, And thy wrath according to the fear that is due unto thee?
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.
14Oh satisfy us in the morning with thy lovingkindness, That we may rejoice and be glad all our days.
15Make us glad according to the days wherein thou hast afflicted us, And the years wherein we have seen evil.
3Thou turnest man to destruction, And sayest, Return, ye children of men.
4For a thousand years in thy sight Are but as yesterday when it is past, And as a watch in the night.
5Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: In the morning they are like grass which groweth up.
6In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; In the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
7For we are consumed in thine anger, And in thy wrath are we troubled.
5Are thy days as the days of man, Or thy years as man's days,
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.
15As for man, his days are as grass; As a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.
16For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; And the place thereof shall know it no more.
4Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.
9(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, Because our days upon earth are a shadow);
47Oh remember how short my time is: For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!
8Yea, if a man live many years, let him rejoice in them all; but let him remember the days of darkness, for they shall be many. All that cometh is vanity.
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.
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 [
27The fear of Jehovah prolongeth days; But the years of the wicked shall be shortened.
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.
15For we are strangers before thee, and sojourners, as all our fathers were: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is no abiding.
10With us are both the gray-headed and the very aged men, Much elder than thy father.
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.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
33Therefore their days did he consume in vanity, And their years in terror.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.
9Cast me not off in the time of old age; Forsake me not when my strength faileth.
30Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall:
11My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.
2Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.
9And Jacob said unto Pharaoh, The days of the years of my pilgrimage are a hundred and thirty years: few and evil have been the days of the years of my life, and they have not attained unto the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.
4His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; In that very day his thoughts perish.
28And the days of Isaac were a hundred and fourscore years.
25Now my days are swifter than a post: They flee away, they see no good,
10But man dieth, and is laid low: Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?
18They hunt our steps, so that we cannot go in our streets: Our end is near, our days are fulfilled; for our end is come.
20There shall be no more thence an infant of days, nor an old man that hath not filled his days; for the child shall die a hundred years old, and the sinner being a hundred years old shall be accursed.
18Yea, even when I am old and grayheaded, O God, forsake me not, Until I have declared thy strength unto [the next] generation, Thy might to every one that is to come.
10Forty years long was I grieved with [that] generation, And said, It is a people that do err in their heart, And they have not known my ways:
10Therefore remove sorrow from thy heart, and put away evil from thy flesh; for youth and the dawn of life are vanity.
3And Jehovah said, My Spirit shall not strive with man for ever, for that he also is flesh: yet shall his days be a hundred and twenty years. [
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.