Psalms 4:2
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.)
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.)
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45 You have made him old before his time; he is covered with shame. (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?
2 How long will you go on judging falsely, having respect for the persons of evil-doers? (Selah.)
10 O God, how long will those who are against us say cruel things? will the hater go on looking down on your name for ever?
4 Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
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.)
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.
1 <To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David.> Will you for ever put me out of your memory, O Lord? will your face for ever be turned away from me?
2 How long is my soul to be in doubt, with sorrow in my heart all the day? how long will he who is against me be given power over me?
1 <To the chief music-maker on corded instruments. A Psalm. Of David.> Give answer to my cry, O God of my righteousness; make me free from my troubles; have mercy on me, and give ear to my prayer.
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.)
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.
3 See how the Lord has made great his mercy for me; the Lord will give ear to my cry.
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.
3 How long will sinners, O Lord, how long will sinners have joy over us?
4 Words of pride come from their lips; all the workers of evil say great things of themselves.
3 Why do we seem as beasts in your eyes, and as completely without knowledge?
1 <To the chief music-maker. Maschil. Of David. When Doeg the Edomite came to Saul saying, David has come to the house of Ahimelech.> Why do you take pride in wrongdoing, lifting yourself up against the upright man all the day?
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,
3 Are your words of pride to make men keep quiet? and are you to make sport, with no one to put you to shame?
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.
21 How long will I go on seeing the flag and hearing the sound of the war-horn?
3 What profit is it to you to be cruel, to give up the work of your hands, looking kindly on the design of evil-doers?
4 Have you eyes of flesh, or do you see as man sees?
5 Are your days as the days of man, or your years like his,
6 That you take note of my sin, searching after my wrongdoing,
49 Lord, where are your earlier mercies? where is the oath which you made to David in unchanging faith?
12 Truly, you have all seen it yourselves; why then have you become completely foolish?
3 My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?
3 How long will you go on designing evil against a man? running against him as against a broken wall, which is on the point of falling?
13 Come back, O Lord; how long? let your purpose for your servants be changed.
5 How long, O Lord? will you be angry for ever? will your wrath go on burning like fire?
4 How long will the land have grief, and the plants of all the land be dry? because of the sins of the people living in it, destruction has overtaken the beasts and the birds; because they said, God does not see our ways.
4 I am crying out to you, O men; my voice comes to the sons of men.
24 Why is your face veiled from me, as if I was numbered among your haters?
9 The women of my people you have been driving away from their dearly loved children; from their young ones you are taking my glory for ever.
5 Let my hater go after my soul and take it; let my life be crushed to the earth, and my honour into the dust. (Selah.)
1 <To the chief music-maker; put to Al-tashheth. Michtam. Of David.> Is there righteousness in your mouths, O you gods? are you upright judges, O you sons of men?
22 Have no more to do with man, whose life is only a breath, for he is of no value.
4 O Lord God of armies, how long will your wrath be burning against the rest of your people?
14 With your hand, O Lord, from men, even men of the world, whose heritage is in this life, and whom you make full with your secret wealth: they are full of children; after their death their offspring take the rest of their goods.
3 Why do you make me see evil-doing, and why are my eyes fixed on wrong? for wasting and violent acts are before me: and there is fighting and bitter argument.
8 When you said, Make search for my face, my heart said to you, For your face will I make my search.
26 Let all those who take pleasure in my troubles be shamed and come to nothing: let those who are lifted up against me be covered with shame and have no honour.
1 Why do you keep far away, O Lord? why are you not to be seen in times of trouble?
1 <For the chief music-maker on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David.> Send help, Lord, for mercy has come to an end; there is no more faith among the children of men.
2 Unnumbered are those who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah.)