Isaiah 38:12

I sought Yahweh, and he answered me, and delivered me from all my fears.

Surely goodness and loving kindness shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in Yahweh’s house forever.

Rejoice greatly, daughter of Zion! Shout, daughter of Jerusalem! Behold, your King comes to you! He is righteous, and having salvation; lowly, and riding on a donkey, even on a colt, the foal of a donkey.

(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days on earth are a shadow.)

For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.

Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever.

We know that all things work together for good for those who love God, for those who are called according to his purpose.

Behold, you have made my days hand widths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath.”

The voice of one saying, “Cry!” One said, “What shall I cry?” “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory is like the flower of the field.

For, “All flesh is like grass, and all of man’s glory like the flower in the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls;

He has filled him with the Spirit of God, in wisdom, in understanding, in knowledge, and in all kinds of workmanship;

I am eighty years old, today. Can I discern between good and bad? Can your servant taste what I eat or what I drink? Can I hear the voice of singing men and singing women any more? Why then should your servant be a burden to my lord the king?

But he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper tree. Then he requested for himself that he might die, and said, “It is enough. Now, O Yahweh, take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers.”

Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye will no more see good.

He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes away, and doesn’t come again.

Sing and rejoice, daughter of Zion; for, behold, I come, and I will dwell within you,’ says Yahweh.

“Don’t be afraid, daughter of Zion. Behold, your King comes, sitting on a donkey’s colt.”

In my Father’s house are many homes. If it weren’t so, I would have told you. I am going to prepare a place for you.

Moses was one hundred twenty years old when he died. His eye was not dim, nor his strength gone.

Now king David was old and advanced in years; and they covered him with clothes, but he couldn’t keep warm.

He will lean on his house, but it will not stand. He will cling to it, but it will not endure.

But man dies, and is laid low. Yes, man gives up the spirit, and where is he?

In the morning it sprouts and springs up. By evening, it is withered and dry.

I said in my haste, “All people are liars.”

For who knows what is good for man in life, all the days of his vain life which he spends like a shadow? For who can tell a man what will be after him under the sun?

Remember also your Creator in the days of your youth, before the evil days come, and the years draw near, when you will say, “I have no pleasure in them;”

This very day he will halt at Nob. He shakes his hand at the mountain of the daughter of Zion, the hill of Jerusalem.

Yahweh has mixed a spirit of perverseness in the middle of her; and they have caused Egypt to go astray in all of its works, like a drunken man staggers in his vomit.

Even to old age I am he, and even to gray hairs I will carry you. I have made, and I will bear. Yes, I will carry, and will deliver.

I said, ‘I have been banished from your sight; yet I will look again toward your holy temple.’

For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.

Jacob said to Pharaoh, “The years of my pilgrimage are one hundred thirty years. The days of the years of my life have been few and evil. They have not attained to the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.”

He was the son of a widow of the tribe of Naphtali, and his father was a man of Tyre, a worker in bronze; and he was filled with wisdom and understanding and skill, to work all works in bronze. He came to king Solomon, and performed all his work.

For we are strangers before you, and foreigners, as all our fathers were. Our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is no remaining.

They grope in the dark without light. He makes them stagger like a drunken man.

yet he will perish forever like his own dung. Those who have seen him will say, ‘Where is he?’

They are exalted; yet a little while, and they are gone. Yes, they are brought low, they are taken out of the way as all others, and are cut off as the tops of the ears of grain.

Behold, God is great, and we don’t know him. The number of his years is unsearchable.

Then I thought, “I will appeal to this: the years of the right hand of the Most High.”

set apart among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.

The days of our years are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty years; yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for it passes quickly, and we fly away.

I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.

But it shall not be well with the wicked, neither shall he lengthen days like a shadow, because he doesn’t fear God.

Stop trusting in man, whose breath is in his nostrils; for of what account is he?

“I will also make it a possession for the porcupine, and pools of water. I will sweep it with the broom of destruction,” says Yahweh of Armies.

It won’t be quenched night nor day. Its smoke will go up forever. From generation to generation, it will lie waste. No one will pass through it forever and ever.

Behold, Yahweh has proclaimed to the end of the earth, “Say to the daughter of Zion, ‘Behold, your salvation comes! Behold, his reward is with him, and his recompense before him!’ ”

Her cities have become a desolation, a dry land, and a desert, a land in which no man dwells. No son of man passes by it.

“But God said to him, ‘You foolish one, tonight your soul is required of you. The things which you have prepared—whose will they be?’

In the same way, the Spirit also helps our weaknesses, for we don’t know how to pray as we ought. But the Spirit himself makes intercession for us with groanings which can’t be uttered.

But we have this treasure in clay vessels, that the exceeding greatness of the power may be of God, and not from ourselves.

But Christ having come as a high priest of the coming good things, through the greater and more perfect tabernacle, not made with hands, that is to say, not of this creation,

For Christ hasn’t entered into holy places made with hands, which are representations of the true, but into heaven itself, now to appear in the presence of God for us;

and the rich, in that he is made humble, because like the flower in the grass, he will pass away.

The world is passing away with its lusts, but he who does God’s will remains forever.

Beloved, now we are children of God. It is not yet revealed what we will be; but we know that when he is revealed, we will be like him; for we will see him just as he is.

Yahweh God formed man from the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.

I have filled him with the Spirit of God, in wisdom, and in understanding, and in knowledge, and in all kinds of workmanship,

Behold, I myself have appointed with him Oholiab, the son of Ahisamach, of the tribe of Dan; and in the heart of all who are wise-hearted I have put wisdom, that they may make all that I have commanded you:

How much more, those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth!

I loathe my life. I don’t want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.

For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither like the green herb.

For all day long I have been plagued, and punished every morning.

Princes have persecuted me without a cause, but my heart stands in awe of your words.

Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; for why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions?

For his God instructs him in right judgment and teaches him.

Pause and wonder! Blind yourselves and be blind! They are drunken, but not with wine; they stagger, but not with strong drink.

this is the word which Yahweh has spoken concerning him. The virgin daughter of Zion has despised you and ridiculed you. The daughter of Jerusalem has shaken her head at you.

I will cut off the beautiful and delicate one, the daughter of Zion.

You saw until a stone was cut out without hands, which struck the image on its feet that were of iron and clay, and broke them in pieces.

Then he will turn his face toward the fortresses of his own land; but he will stumble and fall, and won’t be found.

Those who swear by the sin of Samaria, and say, ‘As your god, Dan, lives;’ and, ‘As the way of Beersheba lives;’ they will fall, and never rise up again.”

“We heard him say, ‘I will destroy this temple that is made with hands, and in three days I will build another made without hands.’ ”

For we know that if the earthly house of our tent is dissolved, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal, in the heavens.

You will roll them up like a mantle, and they will be changed; but you are the same. Your years won’t fail.”

to an incorruptible and undefiled inheritance that doesn’t fade away, reserved in Heaven for you,

Between morning and evening they are destroyed. They perish forever without any regarding it.

even that it would please God to crush me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

He grows up like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn’t continue.

“My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, and the grave is ready for me.

He builds his house as the moth, as a booth which the watchman makes.

As for me, I said in my haste, “I am cut off from before your eyes.” Nevertheless you heard the voice of my petitions when I cried to you.

My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.

Though princes sit and slander me, your servant will meditate on your statutes.

The daughter of Zion is left like a shelter in a vineyard, like a hut in a field of melons, like a besieged city.

It will never be inhabited, neither will it be lived in from generation to generation. The Arabian will not pitch a tent there, neither will shepherds make their flocks lie down there.

The earth will stagger like a drunken man, and will sway back and forth like a hammock. Its disobedience will be heavy on it, and it will fall and not rise again.

For indeed we who are in this tent do groan, being burdened, not that we desire to be unclothed, but that we desire to be clothed, that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life.

Whereas you don’t know what your life will be like tomorrow. For what is your life? For you are a vapor that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away.

He has filled them with wisdom of heart to work all kinds of workmanship, of the engraver, of the skillful workman, and of the embroiderer, in blue, in purple, in scarlet, and in fine linen, and of the weaver, even of those who do any workmanship, and of those who make skillful works.