Psalms 39:5
Beholde, 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.
Beholde, 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.
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4Lord, let me know mine ende, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: let mee knowe howe long I haue to liue.
47Remember of what time I am: wherefore shouldest thou create in vaine all the children of men?
48What man liueth, and shall not see death? shall hee deliuer his soule from the hande of the graue? Selah.
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.
6Doubtlesse man walketh in a shadowe, and disquieteth himselfe in vaine: he heapeth vp riches, and cannot tell who shall gather them.
7And now Lord, what wait I for? mine hope is euen in thee.
10Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
11When thou with rebukes doest chastise man for iniquitie, thou as a mothe makest his beautie to consume: surely euery man is vanitie. Selah.
5Are thy dayes as mans dayes? Or thy yeres, as the time of man,
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?
11(7:1) Svrely there be many things that increase vanitie: and what auaileth it man?
45The dayes of his youth hast thou shortned, and couered him with shame. Selah.
2O ye sonnes of men, howe long will yee turne my glory into shame, louing vanitie, and seeking lyes? Selah.
9Yet the children of men are vanitie, the chiefe men are lies: to lay them vpon a balance they are altogether lighter then vanitie.
17All nations before him are as nothing, and they are counted to him, lesse then nothing, and vanitie.
9(For we are but of yesterday, and are ignorant: for our dayes vpon earth are but a shadowe)
6My dayes are swifter then a weauers shittle, and they are spent without hope.
15The dayes of man are as grasse: as a flowre of the fielde, so florisheth he.
9For all our dayes are past in thine anger: we haue spent our yeeres as a thought.
10The time of our life is threescore yeeres and ten, and if they be of strength, fourescore yeeres: yet their strength is but labour and sorowe: for it is cut off quickly, and we flee away.
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.
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 like a shadowe that fadeth, and I am withered like grasse.
15For we are stragers before thee, & soiourners, like all our fathers: our dayes are like ye shadowe vpon the earth, & there is none abiding.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
11My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
22Cease you from the man whose breath is in his nostrels: for wherein is he to be esteemed?
8Thine handes haue made me, and fashioned mee wholy rounde about, and wilt thou destroy me?
1My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
20Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
4His breath departeth, and he returneth to his earth: then his thoughtes perish.
3Thou turnest man to destruction: againe thou sayest, Returne, ye sonnes of Adam.
4For a thousande yeeres in thy sight are as yesterday when it is past, & as a watch in the night.
12But man shall not continue in honour: he is like the beastes that die.
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.
25My dayes haue bene more swift then a post: they haue fled, and haue seene no good thing.
8Though a man liue many yeeres, and in them all he reioyce, yet hee shall remember the daies of darkenesse, because they are manie, all that commeth is vanitie.
15(7:17) I haue seene all things in the dayes of my vanitie: there is a iust man that perisheth in his iustice, and there is a wicked man that continueth long in his malice.
11What power haue I that I should endure? or what is mine end, if I should prolong my life?
1Man that is borne of woman, is of short continuance, and full of trouble.
2He shooteth foorth as a flowre, and is cut downe: he vanisheth also as a shadowe, and continueth not.
12Beholde, all ye your selues haue seene it: why then doe you thus vanish in vanitie?
23For all his dayes are sorowes, and his trauaile griefe: his heart also taketh not rest in the night: which also is vanitie.
14I haue considered all the workes that are done vnder the sunne, and beholde, all is vanitie, and vexation of the spirit.
25All men see it, and men beholde it afarre off.
8Vanitie of vanities, saieth the Preacher, all is vanitie.