Psalms 90:10
The days of our years are seventy years; and if by reason of strength they are eighty years, yet their strength is labor and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
The days of our years are seventy years; and if by reason of strength they are eighty years, yet their strength is labor and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
The span of our life is seventy years—or eighty, if we have strength; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.
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.
The dayes of oure age are iij. score yeares & ten: & though men be so stronge that they come to iiij. score yeares, yet is their strength then but laboure and sorowe: so soone passeth it awaye, & we are gone.
The time of our life is threescore yeeres and ten, and if they be of strength, fourescore yeeres: yet their strength is but labour and sorowe: for it is cut off quickly, and we flee away.
The dayes of our yeres be in all threescore yeres and tenne, and yf through strength of nature men come to foure score yeres: yet is their iolitie but labour and care, yea moreouer it passeth in haste from vs, and we flee from it.
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.
The days of our years are seventy, Or even by reason of strength eighty years; Yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, For it passes quickly, and we fly away.
Days of our years, in them `are' seventy years, And if, by reason of might, eighty years, Yet `is' their enlargement labour and vanity, For it hath been cut off hastily, and we fly away.
The days of our years are threescore years and ten, Or even by reason of strength fourscore years; Yet is their pride but labor and sorrow; For it is soon gone, and we fly away.
The days of our years are threescore years and ten, Or even by reason of strength fourscore years; Yet is their pride but labor and sorrow; For it is soon gone, and we fly away.
The measure of our life is seventy years; and if through strength it may be eighty years, its pride is only trouble and sorrow, for it comes to an end and we are quickly gone.
The days of our years are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty years; yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for it passes quickly, and we fly away.
The days of our lives add up to seventy years, or eighty, if one is especially strong. But even one’s best years are marred by trouble and oppression. Yes, they pass quickly and we fly away.
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9For all our days are passed away in your wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.
11Who knows the power of your anger? even according to your fear, so is your wrath.
12So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts to wisdom.
13Return, O LORD, how long? and let it repent you concerning your servants.
14O satisfy us early with your mercy; that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.
15Make us glad according to the days wherein you have afflicted us, and the years wherein we have seen evil.
3You turn man to destruction; and say, Return, you children of men.
4For a thousand years in your sight are like yesterday when it is past, and like a watch in the night.
5You carry them away like a flood; they are like a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which grows up.
6In the morning it flourishes and grows up; in the evening it is cut down and withers.
7For we are consumed by your anger, and by your wrath are we troubled.
5Are Your days as the days of man? Are Your years as man's days,
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
15As for man, his days are like grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
16For the wind passes over it, and it is gone; and its place remembers it no more.
4Man is like vanity: his days are as a shadow that passes away.
9(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days on earth are a shadow:)
47Remember how short my time is; why have you made all men in vain?
8But if a man lives many years, and rejoices in them all, let him remember the days of darkness, for they will be many. All that comes is vanity.
23He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
24I said, "O my God, do not take me away in the midst of my days; your years are throughout all generations."
4LORD, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it is; so I may know how frail I am.
5Behold, you have made my days as a handbreadth; and my age is as nothing before you: truly every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.
27The fear of the LORD prolongs days, but the years of the wicked shall be shortened.
10I said in the prime of my days, I shall go to the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the rest of my years.
15For we are strangers before You, and sojourners, as were all our fathers; our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is no abiding.
10With us are both the gray-headed and very aged men, much older than your father.
1Man who is born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble.
2He comes forth like a flower and is cut down; he flees also as a shadow and does not continue.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
33Therefore their days did he consume in vanity, and their years in trouble.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
9Do not cast me off in the time of old age; do not forsake me when my strength fails.
30Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall,
11My days are like a shadow that declines, and I am withered like grass.
2Indeed, how might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age has perished?
9And Jacob said to Pharaoh, The days of the years of my pilgrimage are one hundred and thirty years: few and evil have the days of the years of my life been, and have not attained to the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.
4His breath departs, he returns to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.
28And the days of Isaac were one hundred and eighty years.
25Now my days are swifter than a runner: they flee away, they see no good.
10But man dies and wastes away; yes, man gives up the spirit, and where is he?
18They hunted our steps, so that we could not walk in our streets; our end drew near, our days were fulfilled, for our end came.
20No more shall an infant from there live but a few days, nor an old man who has not fulfilled his days; for the child shall die a hundred years old, but the sinner being a hundred years old shall be accursed.
18Now also when I am old and gray-headed, O God, do not forsake me, until I have shown your strength to this generation, and your power to everyone that is to come.
10Forty years long was I grieved with this generation, and said, It is a people that err in their heart, and they have not known my ways:
10Therefore remove sorrow from your heart, and put away evil from your flesh, for childhood and youth are vanity.
3And the LORD said, My Spirit shall not strive with man forever, for he is indeed flesh; yet his days shall be one hundred and twenty years.
12My lifespan is gone, taken from me like a shepherd's tent: I have cut off my life like a weaver; He cuts me off with pining sickness: from day to night You make an end of me.