Psalms 89:47
Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?
Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?
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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'.
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.
7And, now, what have I expected? O Lord, my hope -- it `is' of Thee.
48Who `is' the man that liveth, and doth not see death? He delivereth his soul from the hand of Sheol. Selah.
49Where `are' Thy former kindnesses, O Lord. Thou hast sworn to David in Thy faithfulness,
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?
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.
13O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
14If a man dieth -- doth he revive? All days of my warfare I wait, till my change come.
6My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
7Remember Thou that my life `is' a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.
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?
9For all our days pined away in Thy wrath, We consumed our years as a meditation.
10Days 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.
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
3Thou turnest man unto a bruised thing, And sayest, Turn back, ye sons of men.
23He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.
24I say, `My God, take me not up in the midst of my days,' Through all generations `are' Thine years.
11What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
2Sons of men! till when `is' my glory for shame? Ye love a vain thing, ye seek a lie. Selah.
5As the days of man `are' Thy days? Thy years as the days of a man?
11My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
12My 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.
10For 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.
1Is there not a warfare to man on earth? And as the days of an hireling his days?
1Man, born of woman! Of few days, and full of trouble!
2As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.
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.
9Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back.
10And a man dieth, and becometh weak, And man expireth, and where `is' he?
20Why for ever dost Thou forget us? Thou forsakest us for length of days!
18And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.
20I have sinned, what do I to Thee, O watcher of man? Why hast Thou set me for a mark to Thee, And I am for a burden to myself -- and what?
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?
29I -- I am become wicked; why `is' this? `In' vain I labour.
11With reproofs against iniquity, Thou hast corrected man, And dost waste as a moth his desirableness, Only, vanity `is' every man. Selah.
12To number our days aright let `us' know, And we bring the heart to wisdom.
13Turn back, O Jehovah, till when? And repent concerning Thy servants.
15And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
4His spirit goeth forth, he returneth to his earth, In that day have his thoughts perished.
14Why, O Jehovah, castest Thou off my soul? Thou hidest Thy face from me.
4What `is' man that Thou rememberest him? The son of man that Thou inspectest him?
11For there are many things multiplying vanity; what advantage `is' to man?
3Wherefore have we been reckoned as cattle? We have been defiled in your eyes!
4This hast thou known from antiquity? Since the placing of man on earth?