Psalms 90:10
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.
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.
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9For all our days have gone by in your wrath; our years come to an end like a breath.
11Who has knowledge of the power of your wrath, or who takes note of the weight of your passion?
12So give us knowledge of the number of our days, that we may get a heart of wisdom.
13Come back, O Lord; how long? let your purpose for your servants be changed.
14In the morning give us your mercy in full measure; so that we may have joy and delight all our days.
15Make us glad in reward for the days of our sorrow, and for the years in which we have seen evil.
3You send man back to his dust; and say, Go back, you children of men.
4For to you a thousand years are no more than yesterday when it is past, and like a watch in the night.
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6In the morning it is green; in the evening it is cut down, and becomes dry.
7We are burned up by the heat of your passion, and troubled by your wrath.
5Are your days as the days of man, or your years like his,
10My 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.
15As for man, his days are as grass: his beautiful growth is like the flower of the field.
16The wind goes over it and it is gone; and its place sees it no longer.
4Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone.
9(For we are but of yesterday, and have no knowledge, because our days on earth are gone like a shade:)
47See how short my time is; why have you made all men for no purpose?
8But 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.
23He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
24I will say, O my God, take me not away before my time; your years go on through all generations:
4Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
5You 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.)
27The fear of the Lord gives long life, but the years of the evil-doer will be cut short.
10I 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.
15For 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.
10With us are men who are grey-haired and full of years, much older than your father.
1As for man, the son of woman, his days are short and full of trouble.
2He comes out like a flower, and is cut down: he goes in flight like a shade, and is never seen again.
6My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
33So their days were wasted like a breath, and their years in trouble.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
9Do not give me up when I am old; be my help even when my strength is gone.
30Even the young men will become feeble and tired, and the best of them will come to the end of his strength;
11My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
2Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.
9And Jacob said, The years of my wanderings have been a hundred and thirty; small in number and full of sorrow have been the years of my life, and less than the years of the wanderings of my fathers.
4Man's breath goes out, he is turned back again to dust; in that day all his purposes come to an end.
28And Isaac was a hundred and eighty years old.
25My days go quicker than a post-runner: they go in flight, they see no good.
10But man comes to his death and is gone: he gives up his spirit, and where is he?
18They go after our steps so that we may not go in our streets: our end is near, our days are numbered; for our end has come.
20No longer will there be there a child whose days are cut short, or an old man whose days have not come to their full measure: for the young man at his death will be a hundred years old, and he whose life is shorter than a hundred years will seem as one cursed.
18Now when I am old and grey-headed, O God, give me not up; till I have made clear your strength to this generation, and your power to all those to come.
10For forty years I was angry with this generation, and said, They are a people whose hearts are turned away from me, for they have no knowledge of my ways;
10So put away trouble from your heart, and sorrow from your flesh; because the early years and the best years are to no purpose.
3And the Lord said, My spirit will not be in man for ever, for he is only flesh; so the days of his life will be a hundred and twenty years.
12My 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.