Psalms 90:9
For all our days are passed away in your wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.
For all our days are passed away in your wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.
All our days pass away under your wrath; we finish our years with a sigh.
For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.
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For when thou art angrie, all or dayes are gone, we brynge or yeares to an ende, as it were a tayle that is tolde.
For all our dayes are past in thine anger: we haue spent our yeeres as a thought.
For all our dayes do passe in thine anger: we spende our yeres as in speaking a worde.
For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale [that is told].
For all our days have passed away in your wrath. We bring our years to an end as a sigh.
For all our days pined away in Thy wrath, We consumed our years as a meditation.
For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: We bring our years to an end as a sigh.
For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: We bring our years to an end as a sigh.
For all our days have gone by in your wrath; our years come to an end like a breath.
For all our days have passed away in your wrath. We bring our years to an end as a sigh.
Yes, throughout all our days we experience your raging fury; the years of our lives pass quickly, like a sigh.
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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.
11 Who knows the power of your anger? even according to your fear, so is your wrath.
12 So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts to wisdom.
13 Return, O LORD, how long? and let it repent you concerning your servants.
14 O satisfy us early with your mercy; that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.
15 Make us glad according to the days wherein you have afflicted us, and the years wherein we have seen evil.
3 You turn man to destruction; and say, Return, you children of men.
4 For a thousand years in your sight are like yesterday when it is past, and like a watch in the night.
5 You carry them away like a flood; they are like a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which grows up.
6 In the morning it flourishes and grows up; in the evening it is cut down and withers.
7 For we are consumed by your anger, and by your wrath are we troubled.
8 You have set our iniquities before you, our secret sins in the light of your countenance.
9 (For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days on earth are a shadow:)
45 The days of his youth you have shortened; you have covered him with shame. Selah.
46 How long, LORD? Will you hide yourself forever? Shall your wrath burn like fire?
47 Remember how short my time is; why have you made all men in vain?
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
15 For 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.
4 LORD, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it is; so I may know how frail I am.
5 Behold, 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.
33 Therefore their days did he consume in vanity, and their years in trouble.
4 Man is like vanity: his days are as a shadow that passes away.
11 My days are like a shadow that declines, and I am withered like grass.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
5 Are Your days as the days of man? Are Your 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 like grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
18 They hunted our steps, so that we could not walk in our streets; our end drew near, our days were fulfilled, for our end came.
23 He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
24 I said, "O my God, do not take me away in the midst of my days; your years are throughout all generations."
5 Will You be angry with us forever? Will You draw out Your anger to all generations?
25 Now my days are swifter than a runner: they flee away, they see no good.
3 For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned like a hearth.
16 Your fierce wrath goes over me; your terrors have cut me off.
10 I said in the prime of my days, I shall go to the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the rest of my years.
1 Lord, you have been our dwelling place in all generations.
8 But 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.
20 Why do You forget us forever, and forsake us for so long?
5 How long, LORD? Will You be angry forever? Shall Your jealousy burn like fire?
12 For our transgressions are multiplied before you, 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 prolongs days, but the years of the wicked shall be shortened.
43 You have covered Yourself with anger and pursued us; You have slain and not pitied.
4 His breath departs, he returns to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.
12 My 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.
22 But You have utterly rejected us; You are exceedingly angry with us.
10 Remove your stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of your hand.
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
9 We do not see our signs: there is no more any prophet; neither is there among us any who knows how long.
5 For his anger lasts only a moment; in his favor is life: weeping may last for a night, but joy comes in the morning.
9 Do not be very angry, O LORD, neither remember iniquity forever: behold, see, we beseech you, we are all your people.