Psalms 90:10
The span of our life is seventy years—or eighty, if we have strength; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.
The span of our life is seventy years—or eighty, if we have strength; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.
The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
The days of our years are seventy years; and if by reason of strength they are eighty years, yet their strength is labor and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
The dayes of oure age are iij. score yeares & ten: & though men be so stronge that they come to iiij. score yeares, yet is their strength then but laboure and sorowe: so soone passeth it awaye, & we are gone.
The time of our life is threescore yeeres and ten, and if they be of strength, fourescore yeeres: yet their strength is but labour and sorowe: for it is cut off quickly, and we flee away.
The dayes of our yeres be in all threescore yeres and tenne, and yf through strength of nature men come to foure score yeres: yet is their iolitie but labour and care, yea moreouer it passeth in haste from vs, and we flee from it.
The days of our years [are] threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength [they be] fourscore years, yet [is] their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
The days of our years are seventy, Or even by reason of strength eighty years; Yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, For it passes quickly, and we fly away.
Days of our years, in them `are' seventy years, And if, by reason of might, eighty years, Yet `is' their enlargement labour and vanity, For it hath been cut off hastily, 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.
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 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 days of our years are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty years; yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for it passes quickly, and we fly away.
The days of our lives add up to seventy years, or eighty, if one is especially strong. But even one’s best years are marred by trouble and oppression. Yes, they pass quickly and we fly away.
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9All our days pass away under your wrath; we finish our years with a sigh.
11Who knows the power of your anger? For your wrath is as great as the fear that is due you.
12Teach us to number our days carefully, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
13Return, O LORD! How long will it be? Have compassion on your servants.
14Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, so that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.
15Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us, and for as many years as we have seen trouble.
3You turn humankind back to dust, saying, 'Return, O children of man.'
4For a thousand years in your sight are like yesterday when it passes, or like a watch in the night.
5You sweep them away like a flood; they are like a dream, like grass that springs up in the morning—
6In the morning it flourishes and grows, but by evening it withers and dries up.
7We are consumed by your anger, and terrified by your wrath.
5Are Your days like the days of a human? Are Your years like those of a strong man?
10Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes grow weak with sorrow, as do my soul and my body.
15As for man, his days are like grass, he blooms like a flower of the field.
16The wind blows over it, and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more.
4Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
9for we were only born yesterday and know nothing, and our days on earth are but a shadow.
47How long, LORD? Will you hide yourself forever? Will your wrath keep burning like fire?
8For if a person lives many years, let him rejoice in all of them, but let him remember the days of darkness, for they will be many. All that comes is meaningless.
23when peoples and kingdoms gather together to serve the LORD.
24He has afflicted my strength in the way; he has shortened my days.
4My heart grew hot within me; as I meditated, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:
5LORD, let me know my end and the number of my days, so I may understand how fleeting my life is.
27The fear of the LORD prolongs life, but the years of the wicked are cut short.
10I said, "In the prime of my life I must go through the gates of Sheol; I am deprived of the rest of my years."
15For we are strangers and temporary residents before you, as were all our ancestors. Our days on earth are like a shadow, without hope.
10Both the gray-haired and the aged are among us, men much older than your father.
1Man, born of a woman, is short-lived and full of trouble.
2He springs up like a flower and withers away; he flees like a shadow and does not endure.
6My days pass more swiftly than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.
33So He ended their days in futility and their years in terror.
11My days have passed, my plans are broken off, and the desires of my heart are gone.
9Do not cast me away when I am old; do not forsake me when my strength is gone.
30Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall;
11Because of your wrath and indignation, for you have lifted me up and thrown me aside.
2Even the strength of their hands is useless to me; their vigor has perished.
9Jacob replied to Pharaoh, 'The days of my sojourning have been one hundred thirty years. My years have been few and difficult, and they do not compare to the years of the lives of my fathers during their sojourning.'
4When their breath departs, they return to the earth; on that very day their plans perish.
28Isaac lived a total of one hundred and eighty years.
25My days are swifter than a runner; they flee away and do not see any good.
10But a man dies and is laid low; he breathes his last and where is he?
18Our steps were closely pursued so that we could not walk in our streets. Our end drew near; our days were fulfilled, for our end had come.
20No longer will there be an infant who lives but a few days, or an old man who does not live out his years; the one who dies at a hundred will be thought of as a mere youth, and one who fails to reach a hundred will be considered accursed.
18Even when I am old and my hair turns gray, O God, do not forsake me, until I declare your power to the next generation, your mighty acts to all who are to come.
10For forty years I was grieved with that generation, and I said, 'They are a people whose hearts go astray; they do not know My ways.'
10Remove vexation from your heart and put away distress from your body, for youth and the dawn of life are fleeting.
3Then the Lord said, "My Spirit will not contend with humanity forever, because they are flesh; their days will be 120 years."
12My dwelling is pulled up and taken from me, like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver rolls a cloth; He cuts me off from the loom. Day and night You bring me to an end.