American Standard Version of 1901
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The voice of one saying, Cry. And one said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field.
For if they do these things in the green tree, what shall be done in the dry?
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle,And are spent without hope.
Oh remember that my life is a breath:Mine eye shall no more see good.
Now my days are swifter than a {Or, runner}post:They flee away, they see no good,
They are passed away as the {Hebrew: ships of reed.}swift ships;As the eagle that swoopeth on the prey.
Man, that is born of a woman,Is of few days, and full of trouble.
He cometh forth like a flower, and {Or, withereth}is cut down:He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
Jehovah, make me to know mine end,And the measure of my days, what it is;Let me know how frail I am.
Behold, thou hast made my days as handbreadths;And my life-time is as nothing before thee:Surely every man {Hebrew: standing firm.}at his best estate is altogether {Hebrew: a breath.}vanity. [Selah
Oh remember how short my time is:For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!
Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep:In the morning they are like grass which groweth up.
In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up;In the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
For all our days are passed away in thy wrath:We bring our years to an end as {Or, a sound}a sigh.
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.
Who knoweth the power of thine anger,And thy wrath according to the fear that is due unto thee?
So teach us to number our days,That we may get us a heart of wisdom.