5Thou carriest him away as with a flood; He is a dream; In the morning he springeth up like grass,
6Which flourisheth and shooteth up in the morning, And in the evening is cut down, and withered.
7For we are consumed by thine anger, And by thy wrath are we destroyed.
8Thou settest our iniquities before thee, Our secret sins in the light of thy countenance.
9By reason of thine anger all our days vanish away; We spend our years like a thought.
10The days of our life are threescore years and ten, And, by reason of strength, may be fourscore years: Yet is the pride of them weariness and sorrow; For it vanisheth swiftly, and we fly away.