For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told. The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by
reason of strength, they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away. Who knoweth the power of thine
anger? even according to thy fear, so is thy wrath. So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.
IT is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment.
When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
If I wait, the grave is my house. I have made my bed in the darkness.
I have said to corruption, thou art my father; to the worm, thou art my mother and my sister.
For I know that I shall be brought to death, and
to the house appointed for all living.
How dreadful is this place!
- A land of darkness, as darkness itself, and where the light is as darkness.
- The grave, that saith not it is enough.
There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary be at rest. There the prisoners rest together, the small and great are there.
They lie down alike in the dust, and the worm shall cover them.
Lord what is man that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man that thou makest account of him!
Man is like to vanity, his days are as a shadow
that passeth away. For we are as strangers before thee, and sojourners, as were all our fathers: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is
All flesh shall perish together, and man shall return again unto dust.
One generation cometh, and another goeth.
They dwell in houses of clay, their
foundation is in the dust, they are