Psalms 89:47
Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?
Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?
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4LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it [is; that] I may know how frail I [am].
5Behold, 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.
6Surely 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.
48What man [is he that] liveth, and shall not see death? shall he deliver his soul from the hand of the grave? Selah.
49Lord, where [are] thy former lovingkindnesses, [which] thou swarest unto David in thy truth?
45The days of his youth hast thou shortened: thou hast covered him with shame. Selah.
46How long, LORD? wilt thou hide thyself for ever? shall thy wrath burn like fire?
3LORD, what [is] man, that thou takest knowledge of him! [or] the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
4Man is like to vanity: his days [are] as a shadow that passeth away.
13O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
14If a man die, shall he live [again]? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7¶ O remember that my life [is] wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
16I 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?
9For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale [that is told].
10The 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.
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,
3Thou turnest man to destruction; and sayest, Return, ye children of men.
23¶ He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
24I said, O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days: thy years [are] throughout all generations.
11What [is] my strength, that I should hope? and what [is] mine end, that I should prolong my life?
2O ye sons of men, how long [will ye turn] my glory into shame? [how long] will ye love vanity, [and] seek after leasing? Selah.
5[Are] thy days as the days of man? [are] thy years as man's days,
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
12Mine 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.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
1¶ [Is there] not an appointed time to man upon earth? [are not] his days also like the days of an hireling?
1¶ Man [that is] born of a woman [is] of few days, and full of trouble.
2He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
10I 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.
9Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
10But man dieth, and wasteth away: yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where [is] he?
20Wherefore dost thou forget us for ever, [and] forsake us so long time?
18Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
20I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
1¶ To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. How long wilt thou forget me, O LORD? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me?
29[If] I be wicked, why then labour I in vain?
11When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man [is] vanity. Selah.
12¶ So teach [us] to number our days, that we may apply [our] hearts unto wisdom.
13Return, O LORD, how long? and let it repent thee concerning thy servants.
15And where [is] now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
4His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.
14LORD, why castest thou off my soul? [why] hidest thou thy face from me?
4What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?
11¶ Seeing there be many things that increase vanity, what [is] man the better?
3Wherefore are we counted as beasts, [and] reputed vile in your sight?
4Knowest thou [not] this of old, since man was placed upon earth,