5
Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up.
6
In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
7
For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled.
8
Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance.
9
For all our days are passed away in thy 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 labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
