Psalms 90:9
For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.
For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.
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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.
11 Who knoweth the power of thine anger? even according to thy fear, so is thy wrath.
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.
14 O satisfy us early with thy mercy; that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.
15 Make us glad according to the days wherein thou hast afflicted us, and the years wherein we have seen evil.
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.
5 Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up.
6 In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
7 For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled.
8 Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance.
9 (For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days upon earth are a shadow:)
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?
47 Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?
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.
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.
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.
33 Therefore their days did he consume in vanity, and their years in trouble.
4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
11 My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
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.
15 As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.
18 They hunt our steps, that we cannot go in our streets: our end is near, our days are fulfilled; for our end is come.
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.
5 Wilt thou be angry with us for ever? wilt thou draw out thine anger to all generations?
25 Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.
3 For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
16 Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off.
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.
1 A Prayer of Moses the man of God. Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations.
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.
20 Wherefore dost thou forget us for ever, and forsake us so long time?
5 How long, LORD? wilt thou be angry for ever? shall thy jealousy burn like fire?
12 For our transgressions are multiplied before thee, and our sins testify against us: for our transgressions are with us; and as for our iniquities, we know them;
27 The fear of the LORD olongeth days: but the years of the wicked shall be shortened.
43 Thou hast covered with anger, and persecuted us: thou hast sin, thou hast not pitied.
4 His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.
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.
22 But thou hast utterly rejected us; thou art very wroth against us.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
9 We see not our signs: there is no more any prophet: neither is there among us any that knoweth how long.
5 For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
9 Be not wroth very sore, O LORD, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, see, we beseech thee, we are all thy people.