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 alm 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,