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Psalm 90:10

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Our days may come to seventy years, or eighty, if our strength endures; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.

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And Jacob said to Pharaoh, “The years of my pilgrimage are a hundred and thirty. My years have been few and difficult, and they do not equal the years of the pilgrimage of my fathers.”

Then the Lord said, “My Spirit will not contend with humans forever, for they are mortal; their days will be a hundred and twenty years.”

I am now eighty years old. Can I tell the difference between what is enjoyable and what is not? Can your servant taste what he eats and drinks? Can I still hear the voices of male and female singers? Why should your servant be an added burden to my lord the king?

Your servant will cross over the Jordan with the king for a short distance, but why should the king reward me in this way?

When King David was very old, he could not keep warm even when they put covers over him.

But a man dies and is laid low; he breathes his last and is no more.

Like a dream he flies away, no more to be found, banished like a vision of the night.

For a little while they are exalted, and then they are gone; they are brought low and gathered up like all others; they are cut off like heads of grain.

Yet man is born to trouble as surely as sparks fly upward.

He remembered that they were but flesh, a passing breeze that does not return.

Like a shepherd’s tent my house has been pulled down and taken from me. Like a weaver I have rolled up my life, and he has cut me off from the loom; day and night you made an end of me.

for a person sixty years old or more, set the value of a male at fifteen shekels and of a female at ten shekels.

“But God said to him, ‘You fool! This very night your life will be demanded from you. Then who will get what you have prepared for yourself?’

Moses was a hundred and twenty years old when he died, yet his eyes were not weak nor his strength gone.

Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.

I am still as strong today as the day Moses sent me out; I’m just as vigorous to go out to battle now as I was then.




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