4 but a thousand yearsmean nothing to you!They are merely a day gone byor a few hours in the night.
5 You bring our lives to an endjust like a dream.We are merely tender grass
6 that sprouts and growsin the morning,but dries up by evening.
7 Your furious anger frightensand destroys us,
8 and you know all our sins,even those we do in secret.
9 Your anger is a burdeneach day we live,then life ends like a sigh.
10 We can expect seventy years,or perhaps eighty,if we are healthy,but even our best yearsbring trouble and sorrow.Suddenly our time is up,and we disappear.