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.

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

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

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.