Psalms 89:47
Remember of what time I am: wherefore shouldest thou create in vaine all the children of men?
Remember of what time I am: wherefore shouldest thou create in vaine all the children of men?
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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.
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.
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.
48What man liueth, and shall not see death? shall hee deliuer his soule from the hande of the graue? Selah.
49Lord, where are thy former mercies, which thou swarest vnto Dauid in thy trueth?
45The dayes of his youth hast thou shortned, and couered him with shame. Selah.
46Lord, howe long wilt thou hide thy selfe, for euer? shall thy wrath burne like fire?
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.
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.
14If a man die, shall he liue againe? All the dayes of mine appointed time will I waite, till my changing shall come.
6My dayes are swifter then a weauers shittle, and they are spent without hope.
7Remember that my life is but a wind, and that mine eye shall not returne to see pleasure.
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?
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.
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,
3Thou turnest man to destruction: againe thou sayest, Returne, ye sonnes of Adam.
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.
11What power haue I that I should endure? or what is mine end, if I should prolong my life?
2O ye sonnes of men, howe long will yee turne my glory into shame, louing vanitie, and seeking lyes? Selah.
5Are thy dayes as mans dayes? Or thy yeres, as the time of man,
11My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
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.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
1Is there not an appointed time to man vpon earth? and are not his dayes as the dayes of an hyreling?
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.
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.
9Remeber, I pray thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and wilt thou bring me into dust againe?
10But man is sicke, and dyeth, and man perisheth, and where is he?
20Wherefore doest thou forget vs for euer, and forsake vs so long time?
18Wherfore then hast thou brought me out of the wombe? Oh that I had perished, and that none eye had seene me!
20I haue sinned, what shal I do vnto thee? O thou preseruer of me, why hast thou set me as a marke against thee, so that I am a burden vnto my selfe?
1To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. Howe long wilt thou forget me, O Lord, for euer? howe long wilt thou hide thy face from me?
29If I be wicked, why labour I thus in vaine?
11When thou with rebukes doest chastise man for iniquitie, thou as a mothe makest his beautie to consume: surely euery man is vanitie. Selah.
12Teach vs so to nomber our dayes, that we may apply our heartes vnto wisdome.
13Returne (O Lord, howe long?) and be pacified toward thy seruants.
15Where is then now mine hope? or who shal consider the thing, that I hoped for?
4His breath departeth, and he returneth to his earth: then his thoughtes perish.
14Lorde, why doest thou reiect my soule, and hidest thy face from me?
4What is man, say I, that thou art mindefull of him? and the sonne of man, that thou visitest him?
11(7:1) Svrely there be many things that increase vanitie: and what auaileth it man?
3Wherefore are wee counted as beastes, and are vile in your sight?
4Knowest thou not this of olde? and since God placed man vpon the earth,