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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15That a man in his tyme is but as is grasse, & florisheth as a floure of the felde.
16For as soone as the wynde goeth ouer it, it gone, and the place therof knoweth it nomore.
17But the mercifull goodnesse of ye LORDE endureth for euer and euer, vpon them yt feare him, and his rightuousnesse vpon their childers children.
18Soch as kepe his couenaunt, and thinke vpon his commaundementes to do them.
10He hath not dealt with vs after oure synnes, ner rewarded vs acordinge to oure wickednesses.
11For loke how hye the heaue is in comparison of the earth, so greate is his mercy also towarde them that feare him.
12Loke how wyde the east is from the west, so farre hath he set oure synnes from vs.
13Yee like as a father pitieth his owne children, euen so is the LORDE mercifull vnto the that feare him.
39Yee many a tyme turned he his wrath awaye, and wolde not suffre his whole displeasure to aryse.
3LORDE, what is ma, that thou hast soch respecte vnto him? Or the sonne of man, that thou so regardest him?
4Man is like a thinge of naught, his tyme passeth awaye like a shadowe.
11The LORDE knoweth the thoughtes of men, that they are but vayne.
3It is he yt hath made vs, & not we oure selues: we are but his people, & the shepe of his pasture.
4Oh what is man, yt thou art so myndfull of him? ether the sonne of ma that thou visitest him?
4My hert was hote within me, & whyle I was thus musynge, the fyre kyndled: so that I spake with my tonge.
5LORDE, let me knowe myne ende, and the nombre of my dayes: that I maye be certified what I wante.
25For oure soule is brought lowe euen vnto the dust, and oure bely cleueth vnto the grounde.
14To whom hath he geuen his herte, for to drawe his sprete and breth vnto him?
15All flesh shal come together vnto naught, & all me shal turne agayne vnto earth.
15For we are but pilgrems & straugers before the, as were all oure fathers. Oure life vpon earth is as a shadowe, and here is no abydinge.
9Namely, yt we are but of yesterdaye, and considre not, that oure dayes vpon earth are buth a very shadow.
29But when thou hydest thy face, they are soroufull: yf thou takest awaye their breth, they dye, & are turned agayne to their dust.
9O remembre (I beseke the) how that thou madest me of the moulde of the earth, and shalt brynge me to earth agayne.
4The mercifull & gracious LORDE hath so done his marvelous workes, yt they ought to be had in remebrauce.
7When the grasse is wytthered, the floure falleth awaye. Euen so is the people as grasse, when the breath of the LORDE bloweth vpon them.
8But now o LORDE, thou father of ours: we are the claye, and thou art oure potter, and we all are the worke of thy hondes.
9Be not to sore displeased (o LORDE) and kepe not oure offences to loge in thy remembraunce, but considre that we all are thy people.
12youre remembraunce shalbe like the dust, & youre pryde shalbe turned to claye.
23Which remebreth vs, whe we are in trouble, for his mercy endureth for euer.
10The 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.
11But who regardeth the power of thy wrath, thy fearfull & terrible displeasure?
12O teach vs to nombre oure dayes, that we maye applie oure hertes vnto wy?dome.
6which humbleth himself, to beholde that is in heauen and earth?
14My bones are not hyd from the, though I be made secretly, and fashioned beneth in the earth.
24For all flesh is as grasse, and all the glory of man is as the floure of grasse. The grasse withereth, & the floure falleth awaye
4Blessed is he that hath ye God of Iacob for his helpe, and whose hope is in the LORDE his God.
6For though the LORDE be hye, yet hath he respecte vnto ye lowly: as for ye proude, he beholdeth him afarre off.
47Sela. LORDE, how longe wilt thou hyde thy self? For euer? shal thy wrath burne like fyre?
17What is man, that thou hast him in soch reputacion, and settest so moch by him?
20We knowlege (o LORDE) all oure my?dedes, and the synnes of oure fathers, that we haue offended ye.
23But God seyth hir waie, & knoweth hir place.
1O Lorde, thou searchest me out, and knowest me. Thou knowest my downe syttinge & my vprisynge, thou vnderstodest my thoughtes a farre of.
16Art thou of his coucell, when he spredeth out the cloudes? Hast thou the perfecte knowlege of his wonders?
5Greate is or LORDE, and greate is his power, yee his wy?dome is infinite.
22Every man can eschue a persone moued in anger, for what doth he wysely?
20They go all vnto one place, for as they be all of dust, so shal they all turne vnto dust againe.
1Man that is borne of a woman, hath but a shorte tyme to lyue, and is full of dyuerse miseries.
2He cometh vp, and falleth awaye like a floure. He flyeth as it were a shadowe, and neuer continueth in one state.
3Thou turnest man to destruccion, Agayne, thou sayest: come agayne ye children of men.
14And why? thy seruauntes haue a loue to hir stones, & it pitieth them to se her in the dust.