4 A thousand years in your eyesare merely a day gone by,Before a watch passes in the night,
5 you wash them away;They sleep,and in the morning they sprout again like an herb.
6 In the morning it blooms only to pass away;in the evening it is wilted and withered.
7 Truly we are consumed by your anger,filled with terror by your wrath.
8 You have kept our faults before you,our hidden sins in the light of your face.
9 Our life ebbs away under your wrath;our years end like a sigh.
10 Seventy is the sum of our years,or eighty, if we are strong;Most of them are toil and sorrow;they pass quickly, and we are gone.