And the LORD said, "My spirit shall not always strive with man, for they are flesh. Nevertheless I will give them yet space, a hundred and twenty years."

The days of our age are threescore years and ten: and though men be so strong that they come to fourscore years, yet is their strength then but labour and sorrow; so soon passeth it away, and we are gone.

After that, shall the seventy years of Tyre - even as long as their king's life was - be forgotten. And after seventy years, it shall happen to Tyre as with a harlot that playeth upon a lute.

There shall never be child nor old man, that have not their full days. But when the child cometh to a hundred years old, it shall die. And if he that is a hundred years of age do wrong, he shall be cursed.

They shall not build, and another possess; they shall not plant, and another eat. But the life of my people shall be like a tree, and so shall the work of their hands.

Are thy days as the days of man, and thy years as man's years,

The days of man are short, the number of his months are known only to thee. Thou hast appointed him his bounds; he cannot go beyond them.

Which of you, though he took thought therefore, could put one cubit unto his stature?

Which of you with taking thought can add to his stature one cubit?