Psalms 39:6
Beholde, thou hast made my dayes a spanne longe, and my life is as it were nothinge before the. O how vayne are all men lyuynge?
Beholde, thou hast made my dayes a spanne longe, and my life is as it were nothinge before the. O how vayne are all men lyuynge?
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11 A vayne thinge is it to cast out many wordes, but what hath a man els?
12 For who knoweth what is good for man lyuynge, in ye dayes of his vayne life, which is but a shadowe? Or, who wil tell a man, what shal happen after him vnder the Sonne?
5 LORDE, let me knowe myne ende, and the nombre of my dayes: that I maye be certified what I wante.
4 Man is like a thinge of naught, his tyme passeth awaye like a shadowe.
1 There is yet a plage vnder ye Sonne, & it is a generall thinge amonge me:
2 when God geueth a man riches, goodes & honoure, so that he wanteth nothinge of all that his herte can desyre: and yet God geueth him not leue to enioye the same, but another man spedeth them. This is a vayne thinge & a miserable plage.
9 Sela. As for men, they are but vayne, me are disceatfull: vpo the weightes they are al together lighter then vanite itself.
10 O trust not in wronge & robbery, geue not yor selues vnto vanite: yf riches increase, set not yor herte vpon them.
7 All the laboure that a man taketh, is for himself, and yet his desyre is neuer fylled after his mynde.
8 For what hath the wyse more then the foole? What helpeth it the poore, that he knoweth to walke before the lyuynge?
9 The sight of the eyes is better, then that the soule shulde so departe awaye. Howbeit this is also a vayne thinge and a disquietnesse of mynde.
11 Hastely gotte goodes are soone spent, but they that be gathered together with the hande, shal increase.
16 As for the people that haue bene before him, and that come after him, they are innumerable: yet is not their ioye the greater thorow him. This is also a vayne thinge and a vexacion of mynde.
21 for so moch as a man shulde weery him self with wy?dome, with vnderstondinge and opportunite, and yet be fayne to leaue his labours vnto another, yt neuer swett for them. This is also a vayne thinge and a greate misery.
22 For what getteth a ma of all ye labor & trauayle of his mynde, yt he taketh vnder the Sonne,
23 but heuynesse, sorowe & disquyetnes all ye dayes of his life? In so moch that his herte can not rest in the night. Is not this also a vayne thinge?
6 They that put their trust in their good, & boost them selues in the multitude of their riches.
8 All is but vanite (sayeth the preacher) all is but playne vanite.
8 There is one man, no mo but himself alone, hauynge nether childe ner brother: yet is there no ende of his carefull trauayle, his eyes can not be satisfied with riches, (yet doth he not remembre himself, & saye:) For whom do I take soch trauayle? For whose pleasure do I thus consume awaye my lyfe? This is also a vayne and miserable thinge.
19 for who knoweth, whether he shalbe a wyse ma or a foole? And yet shal he be lorde of all my labours, which I with soch wy?dome haue taken vnder the Sonne. Is not this a vayne thinge?
14 For oft times they perishe with his greate misery and trouble: and yf he haue a childe, it getteth nothinge.
15 Like as he came naked out of his mothers wombe, so goeth he thither agayne, and carieth nothinge awaye with him of all his laboure.
16 This is a miserable plage, yt he shal go awaye euen as he came. What helpeth it him then, yt he hath labored in the wynde?
2 All is but vanite (saieth ye preacher) all is but playne vanite.
3 For what els hath a ma, of all the labor yt he taketh vnder the Sonne?
11 But whan I considered all the workes yt my handes had wrought, and all the labours that I had taken therin: lo, all was but vanite and vexacion of mynde, & nothinge of eny value vnder ye Sonne.
7 Some men are riche, though they haue nothinge: agayne, some me are poore hauynge greate riches.
7 Sela. Yee euery man walketh as it were a shadowe, and disquieteth him self in vayne: he heapeth vp riches, and can not tell to whom he gathereth them.
10 He that loueth money, wil neuer be satisfied with money: and who so delyteth in riches, shal haue no profit therof. Is not this also a vayne thinge?
11 Where as many riches are, there are many also that spende them awaye. And what pleasure more hath he that possesseth them, sauynge that he maye loke vpon them with his eyes?
29 Lo, wicked are they & vayne, with the thinges also that they take in honde: yee wynde are they, and emptynesse, with their ymages together.
26 he geueth vnto ma, what it pleaseth him: whether it be wy?dome. vnderstondinge, or gladnesse. But vnto the synner he geueth weerynes and sorow, that he maye gather and heape together ye thinge, yt afterwarde shalbe geuen vnto him whom it pleaseth God. This is now a vayne thinge, yee a very disquietnesse and vexacio of mynde.
19 When the rich man dyeth, he carieth nothinge with him: he is gone in ye twincklynge of an eye.
14 Thus I haue considered all the thinges that come to passe vnder the Sone, & lo, they are all but vanite & vexacion of mynde.
8 Yf a man lyue many yeares, and be glad in them all, let him remembre the dayes of darcknesse, which shalbe many: & when they come, all thinges shalbe but vanite.
4 Agayne, I sawe that all trauayle and diligence of laboure was hated of euery man. This is also a vaine thinge, and a vexacion of mynde.
4 For he cometh to naught, & goeth his waye in to darcknes, and his name is forgotten.
11 When thou punyshest man for synne, thou chastenest him: so that his beutie consumeth awaye, like as it were a mothe. O how vayne are all men?
7 Sela.The rightuous shal se this, & feare, and laugh him to scorne.
4 Take not ouer greate trauayle and labor to be riche, bewarre of soch a purpose.
7 And why? a man knoweth not what is for to come, for who wyll tell him?
11 The disceatfull maketh a nest, but bringeth forth no yonge: He commeth by riches, but not rightuously. In the myddest off his life must he leaue them behinde him, and at the last be founde a very foole.
47 Sela. LORDE, how longe wilt thou hyde thy self? For euer? shal thy wrath burne like fyre?
22 Wherfore I perceaue, yt there is nothyinge better for a man, then to be ioyfull in his laboure, for that is his porcion. But who wil brynge him to se the thinge, that shal come after him?
19 Hath God ordened then, that the glorious life off the & all soch mightie men shulde not be put downe?
6 But shall not all these take vp a prouerbe agaynst him, and mocke him with a byworde, and saye: Wo vnto him that heapeth vp other mens goodes? How longe wil he lade himself with thicke claye?
9 What hath a ma els (that doth eny thinge) but weerynesse and laboure?
17 Thus begane I to be weery of my life, in so moch that I coude awaye with nothinge that is done vnder the Sonne, for all was but vanite & vexacion of mynde:
31 He wil nether applye himself to faithfulnes ner treuth, so sore is he disceaued wt vanite.
17 I vnderstode of all ye workes of God, that it is not possible for a man, to attayne vnto ye workes that are done vnder ye Sonne: and though he bestowe his laboure to seke them out, yet can he not reach vnto the: yee though a wyse man wolde vndertake to knowe them, yet might he not fynde them.