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Psalm 90:10 - Revised Standard Version

10 The years of our life are threescore and ten, or even by reason of strength fourscore; yet their span is but toil and trouble; they are soon gone, and we fly away.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

10 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.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

10 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.

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American Standard Version (1901)

10 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.

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Common English Bible

10 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.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

10 Disaster will not draw near to you, and the scourge will not approach your tabernacle.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

10 There shall no evil come to thee: nor shall the scourge come near thy dwelling.

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Psalm 90:10
17 Tagairtí Cros  

And Jacob said to Pharaoh, “The days of the years of my sojourning are a hundred and thirty years; few and evil have been the days of the years of my life, and they have not attained to the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their sojourning.”


Then the Lord said, “My spirit shall not abide in man for ever, for he is flesh, but his days shall be a hundred and twenty years.”


I am this day eighty years old; can I discern what is pleasant and what is not? Can your servant taste what he eats or what he drinks? Can I still listen to the voice of singing men and singing women? Why then should your servant be an added burden to my lord the king?


Your servant will go a little way over the Jordan with the king. Why should the king recompense me with such a reward?


Now King David was old and advanced in years; and although they covered him with clothes, he could not get warm.


But man dies, and is laid low; man breathes his last, and where is he?


He will fly away like a dream, and not be found; he will be chased away like a vision of the night.


They are exalted a little while, and then are gone; they wither and fade like the mallow; they are cut off like the heads of grain.


but man is born to trouble as the sparks fly upward.


He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes and comes not again.


My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd's tent; like a weaver I have rolled up my life; he cuts me off from the loom; from day to night thou dost bring me to an end;


And if the person is sixty years old and upward, then your valuation for a male shall be fifteen shekels, and for a female ten shekels.


But God said to him, ‘Fool! This night your soul is required of you; and the things you have prepared, whose will they be?’


Moses was a hundred and twenty years old when he died; his eye was not dim, nor his natural force abated.


whereas you do not know about tomorrow. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.


I am still as strong to this day as I was in the day that Moses sent me; my strength now is as my strength was then, for war, and for going and coming.


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