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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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].
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.
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.
48 What man [is he that] liveth, and shall not see death? shall he deliver his soul from the hand of the grave? Selah.
49 Lord, where [are] thy former lovingkindnesses, [which] thou swarest unto David in thy truth?
45 The days of his youth hast thou shortened: thou hast covered him with shame. Selah.
46 How long, LORD? wilt thou hide thyself for ever? shall thy wrath burn like fire?
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.
13 O 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!
14 If a man die, shall he live [again]? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.
6 My 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.
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?
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.
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,
3 Thou turnest man to destruction; and sayest, Return, ye children of men.
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.
11 What [is] my strength, that I should hope? and what [is] mine end, that I should prolong my life?
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.
5 [Are] thy days as the days of man? [are] thy years as man's days,
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
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.
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.
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.
2 He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
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.
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
10 But man dieth, and wasteth away: yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where [is] he?
20 Wherefore dost thou forget us for ever, [and] forsake us so long time?
18 Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
20 I 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?
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.
12 ¶ So teach [us] to number our days, that we may apply [our] hearts unto wisdom.
13 Return, O LORD, how long? and let it repent thee concerning thy servants.
15 And where [is] now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
4 His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.
14 LORD, why castest thou off my soul? [why] hidest thou thy face from me?
4 What 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?
3 Wherefore are we counted as beasts, [and] reputed vile in your sight?
4 Knowest thou [not] this of old, since man was placed upon earth,