3 Thou dost unto destructionman that is mortal turn;And unto them thou say'st, Again,ye sons of men, return.
4 Because a thousand years appearno more before thy sightThan yesterday, when it is past,or than a watch by night.
5 As with an overflowing floodthou carry'st them away:They like a sleep are, like the grassthat grows at morn are they.
6 At morn it flourishes and grows,cut down at ev'n doth fade.
7 For by thine anger we're consum'd,thy wrath makes us afraid.
8 Our sins thou and iniquitiesdost in thy presence place,And sett'st our secret faults beforethe brightness of thy face.
9 For in thine anger all our daysdo pass on to an end;And as a tale that hath been told,so we our years do spend.