Psalms 90:10
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.
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.
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9For all our days pined away in Thy wrath, We consumed our years as a meditation.
11Who knoweth the power of Thine anger? And according to Thy fear -- Thy wrath?
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.
14Satisfy us at morn `with' Thy kindness, And we sing and rejoice all our days.
15Cause us to rejoice according to the days Wherein Thou hast afflicted us, The years we have seen evil.
3Thou turnest man unto a bruised thing, And sayest, Turn back, ye sons of men.
4For a thousand years in Thine eyes `are' as yesterday, For it passeth on, yea, a watch by night.
5Thou hast inundated them, they are asleep, In the morning as grass he changeth.
6In the morning it flourisheth, and hath changed, At evening it is cut down, and hath withered.
7For we were consumed in Thine anger, And in Thy fury we have been troubled.
5As the days of man `are' Thy days? Thy years as the days of a man?
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.
15Mortal man! as grass `are' his days, As a flower of the field so he flourisheth;
16For a wind hath passed over it, and it is not, And its place doth not discern it any more.
4Man to vanity hath been like, His days `are' as a shadow passing by.
9(For of yesterday we `are', and we know not, For a shadow `are' our days on earth.)
47Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?
8But, 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.
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.
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.
27The fear of Jehovah addeth days, And the years of the wicked are shortened.
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.
15for 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.
10Both the gray-headed And the very aged `are' among us -- Greater than thy father `in' 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.
6My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
33And He consumeth in vanity their days, And their years in trouble.
11My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
9Cast me not off at the time of old age, According to the consumption of my power forsake me not.
30Even youths are wearied and fatigued, And young men utterly stumble,
11My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
2Also -- the power of their hands, why `is it' to me? On them hath old age perished.
9And Jacob saith unto Pharaoh, `The days of the years of my sojournings `are' an hundred and thirty years; few and evil have been the days of the years of my life, and they have not reached the days of the years of the life of my fathers, in the days of their sojournings.'
4His spirit goeth forth, he returneth to his earth, In that day have his thoughts perished.
28And the days of Isaac are a hundred and eighty years,
25My days have been swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have not seen good,
10And a man dieth, and becometh weak, And man expireth, and where `is' he?
18They have hunted our steps from going in our broad-places, Near hath been our end, fulfilled our days, For come hath our end.
20There is not thence any more a suckling of days, And an aged man who doth not complete his days, For the youth a hundred years old dieth, And the sinner, a hundred years old, is lightly esteemed.
18And 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.
10Forty years I am weary of the generation, And I say, `A people erring in heart -- they! And they have not known My ways:'
10And turn aside anger from thy heart, And cause evil to pass from thy flesh, For the childhood and the age `are' vanity!
3And Jehovah saith, `My Spirit doth not strive in man -- to the age; in their erring they `are' flesh:' and his days have been an hundred and twenty years.
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.