Psalms 78:39

For those who live according to the flesh set their minds on the things of the flesh, but those who live according to the Spirit, the things of the Spirit.

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

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

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;

Yahweh said, “My Spirit will not strive with man forever, because he also is flesh; so his days will be one hundred twenty years.”

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?

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

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.

For I know that in me, that is, in my flesh, dwells no good thing. For desire is present with me, but I don’t find it doing that which is good.

who before were disobedient, when God waited patiently in the days of Noah, while the ship was being built. In it, few, that is, eight souls, were saved through water.

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.

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.

Yet many years you put up with them, and testified against them by your Spirit through your prophets. Yet they would not listen. Therefore you gave them into the hand of the peoples of the lands.

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

“My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

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

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;”

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.

You will eat bread by the sweat of your face until you return to the ground, for you were taken out of it. For you are dust, and you shall return to dust.”

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.”

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.”

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

Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? Not one.

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.

How then can man be just with God? Or how can he who is born of a woman be clean?

Behold, I was born in iniquity. My mother conceived me in sin.

For he knows how we are made. He remembers that we are dust.

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?

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

My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me like a shepherd’s tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver. He will cut me off from the loom. From day even to night you will make an end of me.

But they rebelled and grieved his Holy Spirit. Therefore he turned and became their enemy, and he himself fought against them.

But now, Yahweh, you are our Father. We are the clay and you our potter. We all are the work of your hand.

“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?’

But you are not in the flesh but in the Spirit, if it is so that the Spirit of God dwells in you. But if any man doesn’t have the Spirit of Christ, he is not his.

For the flesh lusts against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh; and these are contrary to one another, that you may not do the things that you desire.

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

God saw the earth, and saw that it was corrupt, for all flesh had corrupted their way on the earth.

Yahweh smelled the pleasant aroma. Yahweh said in his heart, “I will not again curse the ground any more for man’s sake because the imagination of man’s heart is evil from his youth. I will never again strike every living thing, as I have done.

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

I am blameless. I don’t respect myself. I despise my life.

“Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away. They see no good.

Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?

Aren’t my days few? Stop! Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,

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

Look away from him, that he may rest, until he accomplishes, as a hireling, his day.

He will fly away as a dream, and will not be found. Yes, he will be chased away like a vision of the night.

“Surely every man walks like a shadow. Surely they busy themselves in vain. He heaps up, and doesn’t know who shall gather.

Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away and exist no more.”

Don’t reject me in my old age. Don’t forsake me when my strength fails.

Folly is bound up in the heart of a child: the rod of discipline drives it far from him.

and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.

“House of Israel, can’t I do with you as this potter?” says Yahweh. “Behold, as the clay in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand, house of Israel.

That which is born of the flesh is flesh. That which is born of the Spirit is spirit.

and those who use the world, as not using it to the fullest. For the mode of this world passes away.

Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old things have passed away. Behold, all things have become new.

Now the deeds of the flesh are obvious, which are: adultery, sexual immorality, uncleanness, lustfulness,

We also all once lived among them in the lusts of our flesh, doing the desires of the flesh and of the mind, and were by nature children of wrath, even as the rest.

Don’t grieve the Holy Spirit of God, in whom you were sealed for the day of redemption.

Furthermore, we had the fathers of our flesh to chasten us, and we paid them respect. Shall we not much rather be in subjection to the Father of spirits, and live?

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

All the days of Noah were nine hundred fifty years, and then he died.

Rebekah said to Isaac, “I am weary of my life because of the daughters of Heth. If Jacob takes a wife of the daughters of Heth, such as these, of the daughters of the land, what good will my life do me?”

He said, “My son shall not go down with you; for his brother is dead, and he only is left. If harm happens to him along the way in which you go, then you will bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to Sheol.”

I will come down and talk with you there. I will take of the Spirit which is on you, and will put it on them; and they shall bear the burden of the people with you, that you don’t bear it yourself alone.

But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made all my company desolate.

Consider my affliction and my travail. Forgive all my sins.

Remember how short my time is, for what vanity you have created all the children of men!

Remember me, Yahweh, with the favor that you show to your people. Visit me with your salvation,

Then they will call on me, but I will not answer. They will seek me diligently, but they will not find me;

Therefore Yahweh says, ‘Behold, I will bring evil on them, which they will not be able to escape; and they will cry to me, but I will not listen to them.

Yahweh, you know. Remember me, visit me, and avenge me of my persecutors. You are patient, so don’t take me away. Know that for your sake I have suffered reproach.

You have removed my soul far away from peace. I forgot prosperity.

Remember my affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the bitterness.

Remember, Yahweh, what has come on us. Look, and see our reproach.

who were born not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God.

Or hasn’t the potter a right over the clay, from the same lump to make one part a vessel for honor, and another for dishonor?

Don’t quench the Spirit.

God, having in the past spoken to the fathers through the prophets at many times and in various ways,