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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5Behold 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.
46O God howe long wylt thou hyde thy selfe? for euer? shall thy wrath burne lyke fire?
47Remember what I am, howe short my tyme is of lyfe: wherfore hast thou created in vayne all the sonnes of men?
3O God, what is man that thou doest knowe hym? what is the sonne of man that thou doest thynke of hym?
4Man is lyke a thyng of naught: his dayes be lyke a shadowe that passeth away.
11Who regardeth the force of thy wrath? for euen there after as a man feareth thee, so feeleth he thy displeasure.
12Make vs to knowe so our dayes, that we number them: and we wyll frame a heart vnto wisdome.
12Heare 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.
13Oh spare me a litle, that I may recouer my strength: before I go hence, and be no more seene.
23he afflicted my strength in the way, he shortened my dayes.
24But I say, O my God take me not away in the middest of myne age: as for thy yeres, they endure throughout all generations.
10Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
20Are not my dayes fewe? Let him then leaue of fro me, and let me a lone, that I may comfort my selfe a litle,
11For what powre haue I to endure? And what is myne end, that my soule might be patient?
1My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
5Or are thy dayes as the dayes of man? and thy yeres as mans yeres?
10I thought I shoulde haue gone to the gates of hell when myne age was shortened, and haue wanted the residue of my yeres.
23Searche me to the quicke O Lorde, and knowe thou myne heart: proue me and knowe thou my thoughtes.
12Myne 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.
11My dayes are past, and my counsailes and thoughtes of my heart are vanished away,
23Sure I am that thou wilt bryng me vnto death, euen to the lodging that is due vnto all men liuing.
10For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
23How many are my misdeedes and sinnes? let me knowe my transgressions and offences.
1To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. O God thou hast searched me to the quicke: and thou hast knowen me.
7And nowe Lord what wayte I after? truely my hope is euen in thee.
11My dayes fade away lyke a shadowe: and I am wythered lyke grasse.
6The knowledge that thou hast of me is marueylous: it is so high that I can not attayne vnto it.
9Lorde thou knowest all my desire: and my gronyng is not hyd from thee.
16Therfore I considered howe I might vnderstande this: but it was to paynefull in myne eyes.
17Untyll I went vnto the sanctuarie of God: and vnderstood the ende of them.
5The 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.
16I can see no remedy, I shall liue no more: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
17What is man that thou doest magnifie him? and that thou settest thy heart vpon him?
1A 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.
24Therefore chasten thou me O Lord, but with fauour, and not in thy wrath, lest thou bring me vtterly to naught.
3And nowe O Lorde, take I beseche thee my lyfe from me: for it is better for me to dye, then to lyue.
49Lorde where are become thy former olde louyng kyndnesses: which thou dydst sweare vnto Dauid by thy fayth that thou wouldest perfourme.
5God thou knowest my folly: and my faultes are not hyd from thee.
4Knowest 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.)
13O 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.
20Put them in feare O God: that the Heathen may knowe them selues to be but men. Selah.
8Thy handes haue made me, & fashioned me altogether rounde about, wilt thou then destroy me?
4For there is not a word in my tongue: but beholde thou O Lorde knowest it altogether.
33He Teache me O God the way of thy statutes: and I wyll kepe it vnto the ende.
14For he knoweth wherof we be made: he remembreth that we are but dust.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
4Doth not he see my wayes, and tell all my goynges?
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
8Cause 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.