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. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 The days of our years are threescore years and ten; And if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, Yet is their strength labour and sorrow; For it is soon cut off, and we fly away. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition The days of our years are threescore years and ten (seventy years)–or even, if by reason of strength, fourscore years (eighty years); yet is their pride [in additional years] only labor and sorrow, for it is soon gone, and we fly away. American Standard Version (1901) The days of our years are threescore years and ten, Or even by reason of strength fourscore years; Yet is their pride but labor and sorrow; For it is soon gone, and we fly away. Common English Bible We live at best to be seventy years old, maybe eighty, if we’re strong. But their duration brings hard work and trouble because they go by so quickly. And then we fly off. Catholic Public Domain Version Disaster will not draw near to you, and the scourge will not approach your tabernacle. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version There shall no evil come to thee: nor shall the scourge come near thy dwelling. |
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.”
Then Adonai said, “My Spirit will not remain with humankind forever, since they are flesh. So their days will be 120 years.
But Barzillai said to the king, “How many years are left of my life that I should go up with the king to Jerusalem?
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?
Now King David was old, advanced in years. Though they covered him with clothes, he could not keep warm.
Like a dream, he flies away and they cannot find him; like a vision of the night, he is chased away.
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.
For He remembered that they are but flesh, a passing breath that never returns.
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.
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.
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?’
Moses was 120 years old when he died. His eye was not dim nor his vigor gone.
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.
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.