Psalms 4:2
Sons of men! till when `is' my glory for shame? Ye love a vain thing, ye seek a lie. Selah.
Sons of men! till when `is' my glory for shame? Ye love a vain thing, ye seek a lie. Selah.
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45Thou hast shortened the days of his youth, Hast covered him over `with' shame. Selah.
46Till when, O Jehovah, art Thou hidden? For ever doth Thy fury burn as fire?
47Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?
2Till when do ye judge perversely? And the face of the wicked lift up? Selah.
10Till when, O God, doth an adversary reproach? Doth an enemy despise thy name for ever?
4`Cause me to know, O Jehovah, mine end, And the measure of my days -- what it `is',' I know how frail I `am'.
5Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age `is' as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity `is' every man set up. Selah.
6Only, in an image doth each walk habitually, Only, `in' vain, they are disquieted, He heapeth up and knoweth not who gathereth them.
1To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Till when, O Jehovah, Dost Thou forget me? -- for ever? Till when dost Thou hide Thy face from me?
2Till when do I set counsels in my soul? Sorrow inn my heart daily? Till when is mine enemy exalted over me?
1To the Overseer with Stringed Instruments. -- A Psalm of David. In my calling answer Thou me, O God of my righteousness. In adversity Thou gavest enlargement to me; Favour me, and hear my prayer.
11With reproofs against iniquity, Thou hast corrected man, And dost waste as a moth his desirableness, Only, vanity `is' every man. Selah.
12Hear 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.
3And know ye that Jehovah Hath separated a saintly one to Himself. Jehovah heareth in my calling to Him.
3Jehovah, what `is' man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?
4Man to vanity hath been like, His days `are' as a shadow passing by.
3Till when `do' the wicked, O Jehovah? Till when do the wicked exult?
4They utter -- they speak an old saw, All working iniquity do boast themselves.
3Wherefore have we been reckoned as cattle? We have been defiled in your eyes!
1To the Overseer. -- An instruction, by David, in the coming in of Doeg the Edomite, and he declareth to Saul, and saith to him, `David came in unto the house of Ahimelech.' What, boasteth thou in evil, O mighty one? The kindness of God `is' all the day.
16I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
17What `is' man that Thou dost magnify him? And that Thou settest unto him Thy heart?
3Thy devices make men keep silent, Thou scornest, and none is causing blushing!
9Only -- vanity `are' the low, a lie the high. In balances to go up they than vanity `are' lighter.
21Till when do I see an ensign? Do I hear the voice of a trumpet?
3Is it good for Thee that Thou dost oppress? That Thou despisest the labour of Thy hands, And on the counsel of the wicked hast shone?
4Eyes of flesh hast Thou? As man seeth -- seest Thou?
5As the days of man `are' Thy days? Thy years as the days of a man?
6That Thou inquirest for mine iniquity, And for my sin seekest?
49Where `are' Thy former kindnesses, O Lord. Thou hast sworn to David in Thy faithfulness,
12Lo, ye -- all of you -- have seen, And why `is' this -- ye are altogether vain?
3And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?
3Till when do ye devise mischief against a man? Ye are destroyed all of you, As a wall inclined, a hedge that is cast down.
13Turn back, O Jehovah, till when? And repent concerning Thy servants.
5Till when, O Jehovah? art Thou angry for ever? Thy jealousy doth burn as fire.
4Till when doth the earth mourn, And the herb of the whole field wither? For the wickedness of those dwelling in it, Consumed have been beast and fowl, Because they said, `He doth not see our latter end.'
4`Unto you, O men, I call, And my voice `is' unto the sons of men.
24Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee?
9The women of My people ye cast out from its delightful house, From its sucklings ye take away My honour to the age.
5An enemy pursueth my soul, and overtaketh, And treadeth down to the earth my life, And my honour placeth in the dust. Selah.
1To the Overseer. -- `Destroy not.' -- A secret treasure, by David. Is it true, O dumb one, righteously ye speak? Uprightly ye judge, O sons of men?
22Cease for you from man, Whose breath `is' in his nostrils, For -- in what is he esteemed?
4Jehovah, God of Hosts, till when? Thou hast burned against the prayer of Thy people.
14From men, Thy hand, O Jehovah, From men of the world, their portion `is' in life, And `with' Thy hidden things Thou fillest their belly, They are satisfied `with' sons; And have left their abundance to their sucklings.
3Why dost Thou shew me iniquity, And perversity dost cause to behold? And spoiling and violence `are' before me, And there is strife, and contention doth lift `itself' up,
8To Thee said my heart `They sought my face, Thy face, O Jehovah, I seek.'
26They are ashamed and confounded together, Who are rejoicing at my evil. They put on shame and confusion, Who are magnifying themselves against me.
1Why, Jehovah, dost Thou stand at a distance? Thou dost hide in times of adversity,
1To the Overseer, on the octave. -- A Psalm of David. Save, Jehovah, for the saintly hath failed, For the stedfast have ceased From the sons of men:
2Many are saying of my soul, `There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah.