Psalms 89:47
Remember how short my time is! For what vanity have you created all the children of men!
Remember how short my time is! For what vanity have you created all the children of men!
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4 "Yahweh, show me my end, What is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.
5 Behold, you have made my days handbreadths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath." Selah.
6 "Surely every man walks like a shadow. Surely they busy themselves in vain. He heaps up, and doesn't know who shall gather.
7 Now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in you.
48 What man is he who shall live and not see death, Who shall deliver his soul from the power of Sheol? Selah.
49 Lord, where are your former loving kindnesses, Which you swore to David in your faithfulness?
45 You have shortened the days of his youth. You have covered him with shame. Selah.
46 How long, Yahweh? Will you hide yourself forever? Will your wrath burn like fire?
3 Yahweh, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
4 Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
13 "Oh that you would hide me in Sheol, That you would keep me secret, until your wrath is past, That you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
14 If a man dies, shall he live again? All the days of my warfare would I wait, Until my release should come.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
7 Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye shall no more see good.
16 I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone; for my days are but a breath.
17 What is man, that you should magnify him, That you should set your mind on him,
9 For all our days have passed away in your wrath. We bring our years to an end as a sigh.
10 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.
1 "My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
20 Aren't my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
3 You turn man to destruction, saying, "Return, you children of men."
23 He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.
24 I said, "My God, don't take me away in the midst of my days. Your years are throughout all generations.
11 What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?
2 You sons of men, how long shall my glory be turned into dishonor? Will you love vanity, and seek after falsehood? Selah.
5 Are your days as the days of mortals, Or your years as man's years,
11 My days are past, my plans are broken off, As are the thoughts of my heart.
12 My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd's tent: I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom: From day even to night will you make an end of me.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, My years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
1 "Isn't a man forced to labor on earth? Aren't his days like the days of a hired hand?
1 "Man, who is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.
2 He comes forth like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn't continue.
10 I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
9 Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?
10 But man dies, and is laid low. Yes, man gives up the spirit, and where is he?
20 Why do you forget us forever, [And] forsake us so long time?
18 "'Why, then, have you brought me forth out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
20 If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, So that I am a burden to myself?
1 > How long, Yahweh? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me?
29 I shall be condemned; Why then do I labor in vain?
11 When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, You consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath." Selah.
12 So teach us to number our days, That we may gain a heart of wisdom.
13 Relent, Yahweh! How long? Have compassion on your servants!
15 Where then is my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?
4 His spirit departs, and he returns to the earth. In that very day, his thoughts perish.
14 Yahweh, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?
4 What is man, that you think of him? The son of man, that you care for him?
11 For there are many words that create vanity. What does that profit man?
3 Why are we counted as animals, Which have become unclean in your sight?
4 Don't you know this from old time, Since man was placed on earth,