Psalm 90:9

New American Bible - revised edition

Our life ebbs away under your wrath; our years end like a sigh.

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Make them like chaff before the wind, with the angel of the Lord driving them on.

You chastise man with rebukes for sin; like a moth you consume his treasures. Every man is but a breath. Selah

Lord, let me know my end, the number of my days, that I may learn how frail I am.

God ended their days abruptly, their years in sudden death.

A thousand years in your eyes are merely a day gone by, Before a watch passes in the night,