He responded, "The days of my sojourn are one hundred and thirty years, few and unworthy, and they do not reach even to the days of the sojourning of my fathers."
Psalm 90:10 - Catholic Public Domain Version Disaster will not draw near to you, and the scourge will not approach your tabernacle. 更多版本King 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. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version There shall no evil come to thee: nor shall the scourge come near thy dwelling. English Standard Version 2016 The years of our life are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty; yet their span is but toil and trouble; they are soon gone, and we fly away. |
He responded, "The days of my sojourn are one hundred and thirty years, few and unworthy, and they do not reach even to the days of the sojourning of my fathers."
And God said: "My spirit shall not remain in man forever, because he is flesh. And so his days shall be one hundred and twenty years."
Today I am eighty years old. Are my senses quick to discern sweet and bitter? Or is food and drink able to delight your servant? Or can I still hear the voice of men and women singers? Why should your servant be a burden to my lord the king?
I, your servant, shall procede a little ways from the Jordan with you. I am not in need of this recompense.
Now king David had become elderly, and he had many days in his lifetime. And though he was covered with clothes, he was not warmed.
Truly, when a man dies, and has been left unprotected, and has decayed, I ask you where is he?
Like a dream that flies away, he will not be found; he will pass away like a nightmare.
They are lifted up for a little while, but they will not continue, and they will be brought low, just like all things, and they will be taken away, and, like the tops of the ears of grain, they will be crushed.
My longevity has been taken away; it has been folded up and taken from me, like the tent of a shepherd. My life has been cut off, as if by a weaver. While I was still beginning, he cut me off. From morning until evening, you have marked out my limits.
But God said to him: 'Foolish one, this very night they require your soul of you. To whom, then, will those things belong, which you have prepared?'
Moses was one hundred and twenty years old when he died. His eye was not dimmed, nor were his teeth displaced.
being just as strong as I was at that time, when I was sent to explore the land. The fortitude in me at that time continues even until today, as much to fight as to march.