Psalms 39:4
Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
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5 You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah.)
46 How long, O Lord, will you Keep yourself for ever from our eyes? how long will your wrath be burning like fire?
47 See how short my time is; why have you made all men for no purpose?
3 Lord, what is man, that you keep him in mind? or the son of man that you take him into account?
4 Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone.
11 Who has knowledge of the power of your wrath, or who takes note of the weight of your passion?
12 So give us knowledge of the number of our days, that we may get a heart of wisdom.
12 Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers.
13 Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.
23 He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
24 I will say, O my God, take me not away before my time; your years go on through all generations:
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
20 Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,
11 Have I strength to go on waiting, or have I any end to be looking forward to?
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
5 Are your days as the days of man, or your years like his,
10 I said, In the quiet of my days I am going down into the underworld: the rest of my years are being taken away from me.
23 O God, let the secrets of my heart be uncovered, and let my wandering thoughts be tested:
12 My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
23 For I am certain that you will send me back to death, and to the meeting-place ordered for all living.
10 My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
23 What is the number of my evil-doings and my sins? give me knowledge of them.
1 <To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David.> O Lord, you have knowledge of me, searching out all my secrets.
7 And now, Lord, what am I waiting for? my hope is in you.
11 My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
6 Such knowledge is a wonder greater than my powers; it is so high that I may not come near it.
9 Lord, all my desire is before you; my sorrow is not kept secret from you.
16 When my thoughts were turned to see the reason of this, it was a weariness in my eyes;
17 Till I went into God's holy place, and saw the end of the evil-doers.
5 If his days are ordered, and you have knowledge of the number of his months, having given him a fixed limit past which he may not go;
16 I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.
17 What is man, that you have made him great, and that your attention is fixed on him,
1 <A Song of the going up. Of David.> Lord, there is no pride in my heart and my eyes are not lifted up; and I have not taken part in great undertakings, or in things over-hard for me.
24 O Lord, put me right, but with wise purpose; not in your wrath, or you will make me small.
3 So now, O Lord, give ear to my prayer and take my life from me; for death is better for me than life.
49 Lord, where are your earlier mercies? where is the oath which you made to David in unchanging faith?
5 O God, you see how foolish I am; and my wrongdoing is clear to you.
4 Have you knowledge of this from early times, when man was placed on the earth,
9 (For we are but of yesterday, and have no knowledge, because our days on earth are gone like a shade:)
13 If only you would keep me safe in the underworld, putting me in a secret place till your wrath is past, giving me a fixed time when I might come to your memory again!
20 Put them in fear, O Lord, so that the nations may see that they are only men. (Selah.)
8 Your hands made me, and I was formed by you, but then, changing your purpose, you gave me up to destruction.
4 For there is not a word on my tongue which is not clear to you, O Lord.
33 <HE> O Lord, let me see the way of your rules, and I will keep it to the end.
14 For he has knowledge of our feeble frame; he sees that we are only dust.
4 My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
4 Does he not see my ways, and are not my steps all numbered?
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
8 Let the story of your mercy come to me in the morning, for my hope is in you: give me knowledge of the way in which I am to go; for my soul is lifted up to you.