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Psalm 90:10

New American Bible - revised edition

Seventy is the sum of our years, or eighty, if we are strong; Most of them are toil and sorrow; they pass quickly, and we are gone.

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Jacob replied: “The years I have lived as a wayfarer amount to a hundred and thirty. Few and hard have been these years of my life, and they do not compare with the years that my ancestors lived as wayfarers.”

Then the Lord said: My spirit shall not remain in human beings forever, because they are only flesh. Their days shall comprise one hundred and twenty years.

But Barzillai answered the king: “How much longer have I to live, that I should go up to Jerusalem with the king?

I am now eighty years old. Can I distinguish between good and evil? Can your servant taste what he eats and drinks, or still hear the voices of men and women singers? Why should your servant be any further burden to my lord the king?

When King David was old and advanced in years, though they covered him with blankets he could not get warm.

But when a man dies, all vigor leaves him; when a mortal expires, where then is he?

Like a dream he takes flight and cannot be found; he fades away like a vision of the night.

They are exalted for a while, and then are no more; laid low, like everyone else they are gathered up; like ears of grain they shrivel.

Human beings beget mischief as sparks fly upward.

He remembered that they were flesh, a breath that passes on and does not return.

My dwelling, like a shepherd’s tent, is struck down and borne away from me; You have folded up my life, like a weaver who severs me from the last thread. From morning to night you make an end of me;

For persons of sixty or more, for a male the value shall be fifteen shekels, and ten shekels for a female.

But God said to him, ‘You fool, this night your life will be demanded of you; and the things you have prepared, to whom will they belong?’

Moses was one hundred and twenty years old when he died, yet his eyes were undimmed and his vigor unabated.

you have no idea what your life will be like tomorrow. You are a puff of smoke that appears briefly and then disappears.

but I am still as strong today as I was the day Moses sent me forth, with no less vigor whether it be for war or for any other tasks.




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