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Appendix A
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The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason
of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labor and
sorrow....
So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto
wisdom.—
Psalm 90:10, 12
.
They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and
flourishing; to shew that the Lord is upright: he is my rock, and there
is no unrighteousness in him.—
Psalm 92:14, 15
.
Praise the Lord from the earth, ...
Both young men, and maidens; old men, and children:
Let them praise the name of the Lord: for his name alone is ex-
cellent; his glory is above the earth and heaven.—
Psalm 148:7, 12,
13
.
Children’s children are the crown of old men; and the glory of
children are their fathers.—
Proverbs 17:6
.
The glory of young men is their strength: and the beauty of old
men is the gray head.—
Proverbs 20:29
.
It is a wonderful thing to be alive!—
Ecclesiastes 11:7
, The Living
Bible.
If a man live many years, let him have joy throughout them all;
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let him remember that the dark days will be many—
Ecclesiastes 11:8
,
Moffatt.
Don’t let the excitement of being young cause you to forget about
your creator. Honor him in your youth before the evil years come—
when you’ll no longer enjoy living.
It will be too late then to try to remember him, when the sun and
light and moon and stars are dim to your old eyes, and there is no
silver lining left among your clouds.
For there will come a time when your limbs will tremble with age,
and your strong legs will become weak, and your teeth will be too few
to do their work, and there will be blindness, too.
Then let your lips be tightly closed while eating, when your teeth
are gone! And you will waken at dawn with the first note of the birds;
but you yourself will be deaf and tuneless, with quavering voice.
You will be afraid of heights and of falling—a white-haired, with-
ered old man, dragging himself along: without sexual desire, standing
at death’s door, and nearing his everlasting home as the mourners go
along the streets.