Psalms 90:10
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.
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.
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9 For all our dayes do passe in thine anger: we spende our yeres as in speaking a worde.
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.
13 Turne agayne O God (what, for euer wylt thou be angry?) and be gratious vnto thy seruauntes.
14 Replenishe vs early in the mornyng with thy mercie: and we wyll crye out for ioy, and be glad all the dayes of our lyfe.
15 Make vs mery accordyng to the dayes that thou hast afflicted vs: and accordyng to the yeres wherin we haue suffred aduersitie.
3 Thou turnest man most miserable euen vnto dust: thou sayest also, O ye children of men returne you into dust.
4 For a thousande yeres in thy syght are but as yestarday that is past: and as a watch in the nyght.
5 Thou makest them to flowe away, they are a sleepe: they be in the morning as an hearbe that groweth.
6 In the mornyng it florisheth and groweth vp: in the euenyng it is cut downe and wythered.
7 For we be consumed through thy displeasure: and we are astonyed through thy wrathfull indignation.
5 Or are thy dayes as the dayes of man? and thy yeres as mans yeres?
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.
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.
4 Man is lyke a thyng of naught: his dayes be lyke a shadowe that passeth away.
9 (For we are but of yesterday, and consider not that our dayes vpon earth are but a shadowe.)
47 Remember what I am, howe short my tyme is of lyfe: wherfore hast thou created in vayne all the sonnes of men?
8 If a man lyue many yeres, and be glad in them all, let hym remember the dayes of darknesse whiche shalbe manye, and that foloweth: Al thinges shalbe but vanitie.
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.
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.
27 The feare of the Lorde maketh a long lyfe: but the yeres of the vngodly shalbe shortened.
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.
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.
10 With vs are both olde and aged men, yea such as haue liued longer then thy father.
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.
6 My dayes passe ouer more spedyly then a weauers shuttle, and are spent without hope.
33 When he slue them, they sought hym: they repented them, and made God their morninges worke.
11 My dayes are past, and my counsailes and thoughtes of my heart are vanished away,
9 Cast me not away in the tyme of age: forsake me not when my strength fayleth me.
30 Children are weerie and faint, and the strongest men fall:
11 My dayes fade away lyke a shadowe: and I am wythered lyke grasse.
2 For wherto might the strength of their handes haue serued me? for the time was but lost among them.
9 Iacob sayd vnto Pharao, The dayes of my pilgrimage are an hundred and thirtie yeres: Fewe and euill haue the dayes of my life ben, and haue not attayned vnto the yeres of ye lyfe of my fathers, in the dayes of theyr pilgrimage.
4 Blessed is he vnto whom the God of Iacob is an ayde: his trust is in God his Lorde.
28 And the dayes of Isahac were an hundred and fourescore yeres.
25 My dayes are more swyft then a runner, they are gone & haue seene no good thing.
10 But as for man, when he is dead, perished, and consumed away, what becommeth of him?
18 They lay so sharpe wayte for vs, that we can not go safe vpon the streetes, for our ende is come, our dayes are fulfilled, our ende is here.
20 There shall neither be chylde nor olde man that haue not their full dayes: but when the chylde commeth to an hundred yeres olde it shal dye, and if he that is an hundred yeres of age do wrong, he shalbe cursed.
18 Wherfore whylest I am olde and am gray headed: O Lorde forsake me not, vntyll I haue shewed thy arme vnto this generation, and thy power to all them that are yet for to come.
10 Fourtie yeres long was I greeued with that generation: and I sayde this people erreth in heart, and they haue not knowen my wayes.
10 Put away displeasure out of thine heart, and remoue euill from thy body: for chyldhood and youth is but vanitie.
3 And the Lorde sayde: My spirite shall not alwayes stryue with man, because he is fleshe: yet his dayes shalbe an hundreth and twentie yeres.
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.