3
You turn man to destruction; and say, Return, you children of men.
4
For a thousand years in your sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.
5
You carry them away as with a flood; they are like a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which grows up.
6
In the morning it flourishes, and grows up; in the evening it is cut down, and withers.
7
For we are consumed by your anger, and by your wrath are we troubled.
8
You have set our iniquities before you, our secret sins in the light of your countenance.
9
For all our days are passed away in your wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.
10
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; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
