Psalms 39:5
Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.
Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.
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4 LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.
47 Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?
48 What man is he that liveth, and shall not see death? shall he deliver his soul from the hand of the grave? Selah.
3 LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
6 Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
7 And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
11 When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. Selah.
5 Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man's days,
5 Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months are with thee, thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;
16 I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
17 What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
11 Seeing there be many things that increase vanity, what is man the better?
45 The days of his youth hast thou shortened: thou hast covered him with shame. Selah.
2 O ye sons of men, how long will ye turn my glory into shame? how long will ye love vanity, and seek after leasing? Selah.
9 Surely men of low degree are vanity, and men of high degree are a lie: to be laid in the balance, they are altogether lighter than vanity.
17 All nations before him are as nothing; and they are counted to him less than nothing, and vanity.
9 (For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days upon earth are a shadow:)
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
15 As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.
9 For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.
10 The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
23 He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
24 I said, O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days: thy years are throughout all generations.
12 Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
11 My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
15 For we are strangers before thee, and sojourners, as were all our fathers: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is none abiding.
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
22 Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils: for wherein is he to be accounted of?
8 Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
20 Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
4 His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.
3 Thou turnest man to destruction; and sayest, Return, ye children of men.
4 For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.
12 Nevertheless man being in honour abideth not: he is like the beasts that perish.
10 I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
25 Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.
8 But if a man live many years, and rejoice in them all; yet let him remember the days of darkness; for they shall be many. All that cometh is vanity.
15 All things have I seen in the days of my vanity: there is a just man that perisheth in his righteousness, and there is a wicked man that prolongeth his life in his wickedness.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
1 Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.
2 He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
12 Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it; why then are ye thus altogether vain?
23 For all his days are sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity.
14 I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
25 Every man may see it; man may behold it afar off.
8 Vanity of vanities, saith the preacher; all is vanity.