Psalms 102:24
I say, `My God, take me not up in the midst of my days,' Through all generations `are' Thine years.
I say, `My God, take me not up in the midst of my days,' Through all generations `are' Thine years.
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23 He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.
25 Beforetime the earth Thou didst found, And the work of Thy hands `are' the heavens.
26 They -- They perish, and Thou remainest, And all of them as a garment become old, As clothing Thou changest them, And they are changed.
27 And Thou `art' the same, and Thine years are not finished.
9 Cast me not off at the time of old age, According to the consumption of my power forsake me not.
17 God, Thou hast taught me from my youth, And hitherto I declare Thy wonders.
18 And also unto old age and grey hairs, O God, forsake me not, Till I declare Thy strength to a generation, To every one that cometh Thy might.
10 `I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.
11 I said, I do not see Jah -- Jah! In the land of the living, I do not behold man any more, With the inhabitants of the world.
12 My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
12 Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, And `to' my cry give ear, Unto my tear be not silent, For a sojourner I `am' with Thee, A settler like all my fathers.
13 Look from me, and I brighten up before I go and am not!
4 `Cause me to know, O Jehovah, mine end, And the measure of my days -- what it `is',' I know how frail I `am'.
5 Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age `is' as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity `is' every man set up. Selah.
5 As the days of man `are' Thy days? Thy years as the days of a man?
11 My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
12 And Thou, O Jehovah, to the age abidest, And Thy memorial to all generations.
46 Till when, O Jehovah, art Thou hidden? For ever doth Thy fury burn as fire?
47 Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
11 Cast me not forth from Thy presence, And Thy Holy Spirit take not from me.
21 Do not forsake me, O Jehovah, My God, be not far from me,
22 And I -- I have said in my haste, `I have been cut off from before Thine eyes,' But Thou hast heard the voice of my supplications, In my crying unto Thee.
9 Hide not Thy face from me, Turn not aside in anger Thy servant, My help Thou hast been. Leave me not, nor forsake me, O God of my salvation.
16 I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
10 Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
10 For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
13 O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
2 Hide not Thou Thy face from me, In a day of mine adversity, Incline unto me Thine ear, In the day I call, haste, answer me.
3 For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.
1 A Prayer of Moses, the man of God. Lord, a habitation Thou -- Thou hast been, To us -- in generation and generation,
2 Before mountains were brought forth, And Thou dost form the earth and the world, Even from age unto age Thou `art' God.
3 Thou turnest man unto a bruised thing, And sayest, Turn back, ye sons of men.
4 For a thousand years in Thine eyes `are' as yesterday, For it passeth on, yea, a watch by night.
10 And I say: `My weakness is, The changes of the right hand of the Most High.'
11 My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
9 For all our days pined away in Thy wrath, We consumed our years as a meditation.
10 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.
5 I have reckoned the days of old, The years of the ages.
12 Art not Thou of old, O Jehovah, my God, my Holy One? We do not die, O Jehovah, For judgment Thou hast appointed it, And, O Rock, for reproof Thou hast founded it.
16 And I hastened not from feeding after Thee, And the desperate day I have not desired, Thou -- Thou hast known, The produce of my lips, before Thy face it hath been,
11 Thou, O Jehovah, restrainest not Thy mercies from me, Thy kindness and Thy truth do continually keep me.
1 My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
6 Days to the days of the king Thou addest, His years as generation and generation.
14 And I on Thee -- I have trusted, O Jehovah, I have said, `Thou `art' my God.'
15 In Thy hand `are' my times, Deliver me from the hand of my enemies, And from my pursuers.
12 As to me, in mine integrity, Thou hast taken hold upon me, And causest me to stand before Thee to the age.
24 Judge me according to Thy righteousness, O Jehovah my God, And they do not rejoice over me.
19 And Thou, O Jehovah, be not far off, O my strength, to help me haste.
1 A Secret Treasure of David. Preserve me, O God, for I did trust in Thee.