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Thematic Bible



Who knows what is good for man in this life? Are all the days of his vain life that he spends like a shadow? Who can tell a man what will happen after his existence under the sun?


We each must die and disappear like water poured out on the ground. But God does not take our lives. Instead, he figures out ways of bringing us back when we run away.


My life was over. You rolled it up like a shepherd's tent. You rolled up my life like a weaver. You cut me off from the loom. You ended my life in one day.


For the grave cannot praise you, death cannot sing your praise. Those who go down to the pit cannot hope for your faithfulness.


Jacob answered: My life of wandering has lasted a hundred and thirty years. Those years have been few and difficult, unlike the long years of my ancestors in their wanderings.




It is like waking up from a dream, O Jehovah. When you awake you will despise everything they represent.


Indeed, you have made the length of my days very short. My life span is nothing compared to yours. Certainly, everyone alive is like a whisper in the wind.


Indeed, all our days slip away because of your fury. We live out our years like one long sigh.




You sweep mortals away in the sleep of death. They sprout again in the morning like grass.


They pass by like swift ships, like an eagle swooping on its prey.


My days are swifter than a runner! They flee away and see no good.


They pass by like swift ships, like an eagle swooping on its prey.


He springs up like a flower and fades away. He is like a fleeting shadow and does not endure.




O God, remember that my life is but a breath. I will never again see good.