We spend our years as a tale that is told.
Psalm cvii. 27.
They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end.
Psalm cxxvii. 2.
He giveth his beloved sleep.
Psalm cxxxiii. 1.
Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!
Psalm cxxxvii. 5.
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.