Psalm 89:47

Julia E. Smith Translation 1876

Remember me what is life: wherefore in vain didst thou create all the sons of man?

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Man being born of woman is short of days and full of disquiet

Remember now, thou didst make me as day; and thou wilt turn me back to dust.

Remember that my life is wind: mine eyes shall not turn back to see good

(Which know not that of the morrow. For what your life? For it is a steam, appearing for a little, and then invisible.)

Man was likened to vanity: his days as a shadow passing away.

How many the days of thy servant? when wilt thou do judgment upon them pursuing me?

How long, O Jehovah? wilt thou be angry forever? shall thy jealousy burn as fire?