A thousand years in Thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past.

A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up.

For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.

For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.

For he saith, I have heard thee in a time accepted, and in the day of salvation have I succoured thee: behold, now is the accepted time; behold now is the day of salvation.

For out allotted time is the passing of a shadow, and there is no return from our death, because it is sealed up and no one turns back.

He answered and said unto them, When it is evening, ye say, It will be fair weather: for the sky is red. And in the morning, It will be foul weather to day: for the sky is red a ...

Mine hour is not yet come.

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

Say not thou, What is the cause that the former days were better than these? for thou dost not inquire wisely concerning this.