Days of our years, in them are seventy years, And if, by reason of might, eighty years, Yet is their enlargement labour and vanity, For it hath been cut off hastily, and we fly away.

And Barzillai saith unto the king, 'How many are the days of the years of my life, that I go up with the king to Jerusalem? A son of eighty years I am to-day; do I know between good and evil? doth thy servant taste that which I am eating, and that which I drink? do I hearken any more to the voice of singers and songstresses? and why is thy servant any more for a burden unto my lord the king?

who do not know the thing of the morrow; for what is your life? for it is a vapour that is appearing for a little, and then is vanishing;

And Jehovah saith, 'My Spirit doth not strive in man -- to the age; in their erring they are flesh:' and his days have been an hundred and twenty years.

If determined are his days, The number of his months are with Thee, His limit Thou hast made, And he passeth not over;

In Thy hand are my times, Deliver me from the hand of my enemies, And from my pursuers.

Thine is the day, also Thine is the night, Thou hast prepared a light giver -- the sun. Thou hast set up all the borders of earth, Summer and winter Thou hast formed them.

Mine unformed substance Thine eyes saw, And on Thy book all of them are written, The days they were formed -- And not one among them.

He made also of one blood every nation of men, to dwell upon all the face of the earth -- having ordained times before appointed, and the bounds of their dwellings --