Psalms 103:14
For he knoweth wherof we be made: he remembreth that we are but dust.
For he knoweth wherof we be made: he remembreth that we are but dust.
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15 The dayes of man are as the dayes of an hearbe: he florisheth as a flowre in the fielde.
16 For the winde passeth ouer it, and it is no more seene: and the place therof knoweth it no more.
17 But the mercifull goodnesse of God endureth for euer and euer, vpon them that feare hym: and his righteousnesse vpon childers children.
18 Euen vpon such as kepe his couenaunt: and thinke vpon his commaundementes to do them.
10 He dealeth not with vs accordyng to our sinnes: nor rewardeth vs according to our wickednesse.
11 For accordyng to the hyghnesse of heauen aboue the earth: his mercie preuayleth to them that feare hym.
12 Loke howe farre distaunt the east is from the west: so farre a sunder setteth he our sinnes from vs.
13 Yea lyke as a father pitieth his owne children: euen so is God mercifull vnto them that feare hym.
39 For he considered that they were but fleshe, and that they were euen a winde that passeth away & cometh not againe.
3 O God, what is man that thou doest knowe hym? what is the sonne of man that thou doest thynke of hym?
4 Man is lyke a thyng of naught: his dayes be lyke a shadowe that passeth away.
11 God knoweth the thoughtes of man: that they are but vanitie.
3 Be ye sure that God is the Lorde, it is he that hath made vs, and not we our selues: we are his people and the sheepe of his pasture.
4 What is man that thou art myndfull of him? and the sonne of man that thou visitest hym?
4 O God make me to knowe mine ende, and the number of my dayes: that I may be certified howe long I haue to lyue.
5 Behold thou hast made my dayes as it were an hand breadth long, & mine age is euen as nothing before thee: truely euery man is al together vanitie. Selah.
25 For our soule is brought lowe vnto the dust: our belly cleaueth vnto the grounde.
14 If he set his heart vpon man and gather vnto hym selfe his spirite and his breath,
15 All fleshe shall come to naught at once, and all men shall turne againe vnto dust.
15 For we be but straungers before thee, and soiourners, as were al our fathers: Our dayes on the earth also are but as a shadowe, and there is none abiding.
9 (For we are but of yesterday, and consider not that our dayes vpon earth are but a shadowe.)
29 When thou hydest thy face, they are troubled: when thou takest away their spirite, they dye, and are turned agayne to their dust.
9 Remember I besech thee that thou madest me as the moulde of the earth, and shalt bring me into dust againe.
4 The merciful and gratious God: hath so left a remembraunce of his meruaylous workes.
7 The grasse is withered, the floure falleth away, for the breath of the Lord bloweth vpon them: of a trueth the people are grasse.
8 But nowe, O Lorde, thou father of ours, we are thy clay, and thou art our potter, and we all are the worke of thy handes.
9 Be not to sore displeased O Lord, and kepe not our offences to long in thy remembraunce: but consider that we all are thy people.
12 Your remembraunce is lyke vnto a sparke, and your bodies lyke the claye.
23 Who remembred vs when we were brought lowe: for his mercy endureth for euer.
10 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.
11 Who regardeth the force of thy wrath? for euen there after as a man feareth thee, so feeleth he thy displeasure.
12 Make vs to knowe so our dayes, that we number them: and we wyll frame a heart vnto wisdome.
6 and yet humbleth him selfe to beholde the thinges that are in heauen and in earth?
14 I wyll confesse it vnto thee, for that thy doynges are to be dreaded, I am made after a marueylous sort: thy workes be marueylous, and that my soule knoweth ryght well.
24 For all fleshe is as grasse, and all the glorie of man, is as the flowre of grasse. The grasse withereth, and the flowre falleth away:
4 Blessed is he vnto whom the God of Iacob is an ayde: his trust is in God his Lorde.
6 For though God be on high: yet he will haue respect vnto the lowly, and he wyll knowe the proude a farre of.
47 Remember what I am, howe short my tyme is of lyfe: wherfore hast thou created in vayne all the sonnes of men?
17 What is man that thou doest magnifie him? and that thou settest thy heart vpon him?
20 We knowledge (O Lorde) all our misdeedes, and the sinnes of our fathers: for we haue offended thee.
23 But God seeth her way, and knoweth her place.
1 To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. O God thou hast searched me to the quicke: and thou hast knowen me.
16 Hast thou knowen the varietie of the cloudes, and the wonderous workes of him which is perfect in knowledge?
5 Great is our Lorde, and great is his power: his vnderstandyng is infinite.
22 Ceasse therfore from man in whose nosethrilles there is breath: for wherin is he to be accompted of?
20 They go all vnto one place: for as they be all of dust, so shall they all turne vnto dust agayne.
1 Man that is borne of woman, hath but a short time to lyue, and is full of miserie.
2 He commeth vp, and is cut downe like a floure: He fleeth as it were a shadow, and neuer continueth in one state.
3 Thou turnest man most miserable euen vnto dust: thou sayest also, O ye children of men returne you into dust.
14 For thy seruauntes be well affected towarde her stones: and it pitieth them to see her in the dust.