They called out in a loud voice,“ How long, Sovereign Lord, holy and true, until you judge the inhabitants of the earth and avenge our blood?”Then each of them was given a white robe, and they were told to wait a little longer, until the full number of their fellow servants, their brothers and sisters, were killed just as they had been. (niv)
“ Show me, Lord, my life’s end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting my life is.You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Everyone is but a breath, even those who seem secure. (niv)
Remember how fleeting is my life. For what futility you have created all humanity!Who can live and not see death, or who can escape the power of the grave? (niv)
“ My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath; my eyes will never see happiness again.The eye that now sees me will see me no longer; you will look for me, but I will be no more. (niv)
