Psalms 39:5
Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age `is' as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity `is' every man set up. Selah.
Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age `is' as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity `is' every man set up. Selah.
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4 `Cause me to know, O Jehovah, mine end, And the measure of my days -- what it `is',' I know how frail I `am'.
47 Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?
48 Who `is' the man that liveth, and doth not see death? He delivereth his soul from the hand of Sheol. Selah.
3 Jehovah, what `is' man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?
4 Man to vanity hath been like, His days `are' as a shadow passing by.
6 Only, in an image doth each walk habitually, Only, `in' vain, they are disquieted, He heapeth up and knoweth not who gathereth them.
7 And, now, what have I expected? O Lord, my hope -- it `is' of Thee.
10 Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
11 With reproofs against iniquity, Thou hast corrected man, And dost waste as a moth his desirableness, Only, vanity `is' every man. Selah.
5 As the days of man `are' Thy days? Thy years as the days of a man?
5 If determined are his days, The number of his months `are' with Thee, His limit Thou hast made, And he passeth not over;
16 I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
17 What `is' man that Thou dost magnify him? And that Thou settest unto him Thy heart?
11 For there are many things multiplying vanity; what advantage `is' to man?
45 Thou hast shortened the days of his youth, Hast covered him over `with' shame. Selah.
2 Sons of men! till when `is' my glory for shame? Ye love a vain thing, ye seek a lie. Selah.
9 Only -- vanity `are' the low, a lie the high. In balances to go up they than vanity `are' lighter.
17 All the nations `are' as nothing before Him, Less than nothing and emptiness, They have been reckoned to Him.
9 (For of yesterday we `are', and we know not, For a shadow `are' our days on earth.)
6 My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
15 Mortal man! as grass `are' his days, As a flower of the field so he flourisheth;
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.
23 He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.
24 I say, `My God, take me not up in the midst of my days,' Through all generations `are' Thine years.
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.
11 My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
15 for sojourners we `are' before Thee, and settlers, like all our fathers; as a shadow `are' our days on the land, and there is none abiding.
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.
11 My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
22 Cease for you from man, Whose breath `is' in his nostrils, For -- in what is he esteemed?
8 Thy hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together round about, And Thou swallowest me up!
1 My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
4 His spirit goeth forth, he returneth to his earth, In that day have his thoughts perished.
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.
12 And man in honour doth not remain, He hath been like the beasts, they have been cut off.
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.
25 My days have been swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have not seen good,
8 But, if man liveth many years, In all of them let him rejoice, And remember the days of darkness, For they are many! all that is coming `is' vanity.
15 The whole I have considered in the days of my vanity. There is a righteous one perishing in his righteousness, and there is a wrong-doer prolonging `himself' in his wrong.
11 What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
1 Man, born of woman! Of few days, and full of trouble!
2 As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.
12 Lo, ye -- all of you -- have seen, And why `is' this -- ye are altogether vain?
23 For all his days are sorrows, and his travail sadness; even at night his heart hath not lain down; this also `is' vanity.
14 I have seen all the works that have been done under the sun, and lo, the whole `is' vanity and vexation of spirit!
25 All men have looked on it, Man looketh attentively from afar.
8 Vanity of vanities, said the preacher, the whole `is' vanity.