Thematic Bible
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natural Death » Ordered by God
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And his limits You have
natural Life » Described as » Limited
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And his limits You have
And are not his days like the days of
Man » The days of man
As for man, his days are like grass; As a flower of the field, so he flourishes. When the wind has passed over it, it is no more, And its place acknowledges it no longer.
"Man, who is born of woman, Is short-lived and full of turmoil. "Like a flower he comes forth and withers He also flees like a shadow and does not remain. "You also open Your eyes on him And bring him into judgment with Yourself. read more.
"Who can make the clean out of the unclean? No one! "Since his days are determined, The number of his months is with You; And his limits You have set so that he cannot pass.
"Who can make the clean out of the unclean? No one! "Since his days are determined, The number of his months is with You; And his limits You have set so that he cannot pass.
Select readings » The brevity of life
"Man, who is born of woman, Is short-lived and full of turmoil. "Like a flower he comes forth and withers He also flees like a shadow and does not remain. "You also open Your eyes on him And bring him into judgment with Yourself. read more.
"Who can make the clean out of the unclean? No one! "Since his days are determined, The number of his months is with You; And his limits You have set so that he cannot pass. "Turn Your gaze from him that he may rest, Until he fulfills his day like a hired man. "For there is hope for a tree, When it is cut down, that it will sprout again, And its shoots will not fail. "Though its roots grow old in the ground And its stump dies in the dry soil, At the scent of water it will flourish And put forth sprigs like a plant. "But man dies and lies prostrate Man expires, and where is he?
"Who can make the clean out of the unclean? No one! "Since his days are determined, The number of his months is with You; And his limits You have set so that he cannot pass. "Turn Your gaze from him that he may rest, Until he fulfills his day like a hired man. "For there is hope for a tree, When it is cut down, that it will sprout again, And its shoots will not fail. "Though its roots grow old in the ground And its stump dies in the dry soil, At the scent of water it will flourish And put forth sprigs like a plant. "But man dies and lies prostrate Man expires, and where is he?