He asked for life from You, You gave it to him, Length of days forever and ever.

Certainly goodness and faithfulness will follow me all the days of my life, And my dwelling will be in the house of the Lord forever.

One thing I have asked from the Lord, that I shall seek: That I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, To behold the beauty of the Lord And to meditate in His temple.

Who is the person who desires life And loves length of days, that he may see good?

The Lord knows the days of the blameless, And their inheritance will be forever.

They will not be ashamed in the time of evil, And in the days of famine they will have plenty.

“Lord, let me know my end, And what is the extent of my days; Let me know how transient I am.

Behold, You have made my days like hand widths, And my lifetime as nothing in Your sight; Certainly all mankind standing is a mere breath. Selah

Former Times of Help and Present Troubles.

For the music director. A Maskil of the sons of Korah.

God, we have heard with our ears, Our fathers have told us The work that You did in their days, In the days of old.

Why should I fear in days of adversity, When the injustice of those who betray me surrounds me,

But You, God, will bring them down to the pit of destruction; Men of bloodshed and deceit will not live out half their days. But I will trust in You.

May the righteous flourish in his days, As well as an abundance of peace, until the moon is no more.

I have considered the days of old, The years of long ago.

So He brought their days to an end in futility, And their years to an end in sudden terror.

So I will establish his descendants forever, And his throne as the days of heaven.

You have shortened the days of his youth; You have covered him with shame. Selah

For all our days have dwindled away in Your fury; We have finished our years like a sigh.

As for the days of our life, they contain seventy years, Or if due to strength, eighty years, Yet their pride is only trouble and tragedy; For it quickly passes, and we disappear.

So teach us to number our days, That we may present to You a heart of wisdom.

Satisfy us in the morning with Your graciousness, That we may sing for joy and rejoice all our days.

Make us glad according to the days You have afflicted us, And the years we have seen evil.

So that You may grant him relief from the days of adversity, Until a pit is dug for the wicked.

For my days have ended in smoke, And my bones have been scorched like a hearth.

My days are like a lengthened shadow, And I wither away like grass.

He has broken my strength in the way; He has shortened my days.