Psalms 39:4
Lord, let me know mine ende, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: let mee knowe howe long I haue to liue.
Lord, let me know mine ende, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: let mee knowe howe long I haue to liue.
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5Beholde, thou hast made my dayes as an hand breadth, and mine age as nothing in respect of thee: surely euery man in his best state is altogether vanitie. Selah.
46Lord, howe long wilt thou hide thy selfe, for euer? shall thy wrath burne like fire?
47Remember of what time I am: wherefore shouldest thou create in vaine all the children of men?
3Lorde, what is man that thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him!
4Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
11Who knoweth the power of thy wrath? for according to thy feare is thine anger.
12Teach vs so to nomber our dayes, that we may apply our heartes vnto wisdome.
12Heare my prayer, O Lord, & hearken vnto my cry: keepe not silence at my teares, for I am a strager with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers.
13Stay thine anger from me, that I may recouer my strength, before I go hence and be not.
23He abated my strength in the way, and shortened my dayes.
24And I sayd, O my God, take me not away in the middes of my dayes: thy yeeres endure from generation to generation.
10Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
20Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
11What power haue I that I should endure? or what is mine end, if I should prolong my life?
1My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
5Are thy dayes as mans dayes? Or thy yeres, as the time of man,
10I saide in the cutting off of my dayes, I shall goe to the gates of the graue: I am depriued of the residue of my yeeres.
23Try mee, O God, and knowe mine heart: prooue me and know my thoughtes,
12Mine habitation is departed, and is remoued from me, like a shepheards tent: I haue cut off like a weauer my life: he will cut me off from the height: from day to night, thou wilt make an ende of me.
11My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
23Surely I knowe that thou wilt bring mee to death, and to the house appoynted for all the liuing.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
23Howe many are mine iniquities & sinnes? shewe me my rebellion, and my sinne.
1To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. O Lord, thou hast tried me and knowen me.
7And now Lord, what wait I for? mine hope is euen in thee.
11My dayes are like a shadowe that fadeth, and I am withered like grasse.
6Thy knowledge is too wonderfull for mee: it is so high that I cannot attaine vnto it.
9Lorde, I powre my whole desire before thee, and my sighing is not hid from thee.
16Then thought I to know this, but it was too painefull for me,
17Vntill I went into the Sanctuarie of God: then vnderstoode I their ende.
5Are not his dayes determined? the nober of his moneths are with thee: thou hast appointed his boundes, which he can not passe.
16I abhorre it, I shall not liue alway: spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
17What is man, that thou doest magnifie him, and that thou settest thine heart vpon him?
1A song of degrees or Psalme of Dauid. Lorde, mine heart is not hautie, neither are mine eyes loftie, neither haue I walked in great matters and hid from me.
24O Lorde, correct mee, but with iudgement, not in thine anger, least thou bring mee to nothing.
3Therefore nowe O Lorde, take, I beseech thee, my life from me: for it is better for me to die then to liue.
49Lord, where are thy former mercies, which thou swarest vnto Dauid in thy trueth?
5O God, thou knowest my foolishnesse, and my fautes are not hid from thee.
4Knowest thou not this of olde? and since God placed man vpon the earth,
9(For we are but of yesterday, and are ignorant: for our dayes vpon earth are but a shadowe)
13Oh that thou wouldest hide me in the graue, and keepe me secret, vntill thy wrath were past, and wouldest giue me terme, and remember me.
20Put them in feare, O Lorde, that the heathen may knowe that they are but men. Selah.
8Thine handes haue made me, and fashioned mee wholy rounde about, and wilt thou destroy me?
4For there is not a word in my tongue, but loe, thou knowest it wholy, O Lord.
33He. Teach mee, O Lorde, the way of thy statutes, and I will keepe it vnto the ende.
14For he knoweth whereof we be made: he remembreth that we are but dust.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
4Doeth not he beholde my wayes and tell all my steps?
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
8Let me heare thy louing kindenes in the morning, for in thee is my trust: shewe mee the way, that I should walke in, for I lift vp my soule vnto thee.