Psalms 39:4
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.
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.
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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.
46 O God howe long wylt thou hyde thy selfe? for euer? shall thy wrath burne lyke fire?
47 Remember what I am, howe short my tyme is of lyfe: wherfore hast thou created in vayne all the sonnes of men?
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 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.
12 Heare my prayer O God, and geue eares to my crying, holde not thy peace at my teares: for I am a strauger with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers were.
13 Oh spare me a litle, that I may recouer my strength: before I go hence, and be no more seene.
23 he afflicted my strength in the way, he shortened my dayes.
24 But I say, O my God take me not away in the middest of myne age: as for thy yeres, they endure throughout all generations.
10 Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
20 Are not my dayes fewe? Let him then leaue of fro me, and let me a lone, that I may comfort my selfe a litle,
11 For what powre haue I to endure? And what is myne end, that my soule might be patient?
1 My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
5 Or are thy dayes as the dayes of man? and thy yeres as mans yeres?
10 I thought I shoulde haue gone to the gates of hell when myne age was shortened, and haue wanted the residue of my yeres.
23 Searche me to the quicke O Lorde, and knowe thou myne heart: proue me and knowe thou my thoughtes.
12 Myne age is folden together & taken away from me lyke a sheepheardes cotage, I haue hewen of my lyfe by my sinnes, lyke as a weauer cutteth of his webbe: He wyll with pinyng sicknesse make an ende of me, yea he wyll make an ende of me in one day.
11 My dayes are past, and my counsailes and thoughtes of my heart are vanished away,
23 Sure I am that thou wilt bryng me vnto death, euen to the lodging that is due vnto all men liuing.
10 For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
23 How many are my misdeedes and sinnes? let me knowe my transgressions and offences.
1 To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. O God thou hast searched me to the quicke: and thou hast knowen me.
7 And nowe Lord what wayte I after? truely my hope is euen in thee.
11 My dayes fade away lyke a shadowe: and I am wythered lyke grasse.
6 The knowledge that thou hast of me is marueylous: it is so high that I can not attayne vnto it.
9 Lorde thou knowest all my desire: and my gronyng is not hyd from thee.
16 Therfore I considered howe I might vnderstande this: but it was to paynefull in myne eyes.
17 Untyll I went vnto the sanctuarie of God: and vnderstood the ende of them.
5 The dayes of man surely are determined, the number of his monethes are knowen onely vnto thee, thou hast appoynted him his bondes which he can not go beyonde.
16 I can see no remedy, I shall liue no more: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
17 What is man that thou doest magnifie him? and that thou settest thy heart vpon him?
1 A song of high degrees (made) of Dauid. O God I am not hygh mynded, I haue no proude lokes: I haue not vsed to walke in greater & waightier matters then I ought to do.
24 Therefore chasten thou me O Lord, but with fauour, and not in thy wrath, lest thou bring me vtterly to naught.
3 And nowe O Lorde, take I beseche thee my lyfe from me: for it is better for me to dye, then to lyue.
49 Lorde where are become thy former olde louyng kyndnesses: which thou dydst sweare vnto Dauid by thy fayth that thou wouldest perfourme.
5 God thou knowest my folly: and my faultes are not hyd from thee.
4 Knowest thou not this of olde, and since God plaged man vpon earth,
9 (For we are but of yesterday, and consider not that our dayes vpon earth are but a shadowe.)
13 O that thou wouldest hide me in the graue, & keepe me secret vntyl thy wrath were past, and to appoynt me a time wherein thou mightest remember me.
20 Put them in feare O God: that the Heathen may knowe them selues to be but men. Selah.
8 Thy handes haue made me, & fashioned me altogether rounde about, wilt thou then destroy me?
4 For there is not a word in my tongue: but beholde thou O Lorde knowest it altogether.
33 He Teache me O God the way of thy statutes: and I wyll kepe it vnto the ende.
14 For he knoweth wherof we be made: he remembreth that we are but dust.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
4 Doth not he see my wayes, and tell all my goynges?
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
8 Cause me to heare of thy louyng kindnesse betymes in the mornyng: for in thee is my trust. Make me to knowe the way that I shoulde walke in: for I lyft vp my soule vnto thee.