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Psalm 90:10

Tree of Life Version

The span of our years is seventy —or with strength, eighty— yet at best they are trouble and sorrow. For they are soon gone, and we fly away.

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Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. What is your life? For you are a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes.

For He remembered that they are but flesh, a passing breath that never returns.

But Barzillai said to the king, “How many years are left of my life that I should go up with the king to Jerusalem?

Jacob said to Pharaoh, “The days of the years of my sojourn are 130 years. Few and evil have been the days of the years of my life. Moreover, the days of the years of my life have not attained the days of the years of the lives of my fathers, in the days of their sojourn.”

Moses was 120 years old when he died. His eye was not dim nor his vigor gone.

Now King David was old, advanced in years. Though they covered him with clothes, he could not keep warm.

They are exalted for a little while and then they are gone; they are brought low and gathered up like all others, they are like heads of grain they wither.

But man dies and is powerless. Man expires—and where is he?

Like a shepherd’s tent, my dwelling is pulled up and carried away from me. Like a weaver I rolled up my life. He cuts me off from the loom. From day until night You make my end.

But God said to him, ‘You fool! Tonight your soul is being demanded back from you! And what you have prepared, whose will that be?’

Like a dream, he flies away and they cannot find him; like a vision of the night, he is chased away.

Then Adonai said, “My Spirit will not remain with humankind forever, since they are flesh. So their days will be 120 years.

If the person is from 60 years old and upward, if it is a male, then your valuation is to be 15 shekels and for a female ten shekels.

I am still as strong today as I was in the day that Moses sent me—as my strength was then, so is my strength now, for war and for going out and coming in.

I am now 80 years old. Can I distinguish between good and bad? Can your servant taste what I eat or what I drink? Can I listen any more to the voice of singing men and women? Why then should your servant be yet a burden to my lord the king?

Yet man is born for trouble, as surely as sparks fly upward.




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