Psalms 39:5
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.)
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.)
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4 Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
47 See how short my time is; why have you made all men for no purpose?
48 What man now living will not see death? will he be able to keep back his soul from the underworld? (Selah.)
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.
6 Truly, every man goes on his way like an image; he is troubled for no purpose: he makes a great store of wealth, and has no knowledge of who will get it.
7 And now, Lord, what am I waiting for? my hope is in you.
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
11 By the weight of your wrath against man's sin, the glory of his form is wasted away; truly every man is but a breath. (Selah.)
5 Are your days as the days of man, or your years like his,
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,
11 There are words without number for increasing what is to no purpose, but what is man profited by them?
45 You have made him old before his time; he is covered with shame. (Selah.)
2 O you sons of men, how long will you go on turning my glory into shame? how long will you give your love to foolish things, going after what is false? (Selah.)
9 Truly men of low birth are nothing, and men of high position are not what they seem; if they are put in the scales together they are less than a breath.
17 All the nations are as nothing before him; even less than nothing, a thing of no value.
9 (For we are but of yesterday, and have no knowledge, because our days on earth are gone like a shade:)
6 My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
15 As for man, his days are as grass: his beautiful growth is like the flower of the field.
9 For all our days have gone by in your wrath; our years come to an end like a breath.
10 The measure of our life is seventy years; and if through strength it may be eighty years, its pride is only trouble and sorrow, for it comes to an end and we are quickly gone.
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:
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 like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
15 For we, as all our fathers were, are like men from a strange country before you, who have got a place for a time in the land; our days on the earth are like a shade, and there is no hope of going on.
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.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
22 Have no more to do with man, whose life is only a breath, for he is of no value.
8 Your hands made me, and I was formed by you, but then, changing your purpose, you gave me up to destruction.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
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,
4 Man's breath goes out, he is turned back again to dust; in that day all his purposes come to an end.
3 You send man back to his dust; and say, Go back, you children of men.
4 For to you a thousand years are no more than yesterday when it is past, and like a watch in the night.
12 But man, like the animals, does not go on for ever; he comes to an end like the beasts.
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.
25 My days go quicker than a post-runner: they go in flight, they see no good.
8 But even if a man's life is long and he has joy in all his years, let him keep in mind the dark days, because they will be great in number. Whatever may come is to no purpose.
15 These two have I seen in my life which is to no purpose: a good man coming to his end in his righteousness, and an evil man whose days are long in his evil-doing.
11 Have I strength to go on waiting, or have I any end to be looking forward to?
1 As for man, the son of woman, his days are short and full of trouble.
2 He comes out like a flower, and is cut down: he goes in flight like a shade, and is never seen again.
12 Truly, you have all seen it yourselves; why then have you become completely foolish?
23 All his days are sorrow, and his work is full of grief. Even in the night his heart has no rest. This again is to no purpose.
14 I have seen all the works which are done under the sun; all is to no purpose, and desire for wind.
25 All people are looking on it; man sees it from far.
8 All things are to no purpose, says the Preacher, all is to no purpose.