Psalms 90:5-10

⁵Your floods sweep them away; they are like a dream, or like grass which sprouts in the morning,

⁶which blossoms and sprouts in the morning, but by evening is cut and withered.

⁷For your anger consumes us, the heat of your wrath confounds us.

⁸Our sins you have set before you, our secrets in the light of your face.

⁹For through your wrath our days are declining, we bring our years to an end as a sigh.

¹⁰The span of our life is seventy years, or, if we are strong, maybe eighty; yet is their breadth but empty toil, for swiftly they go, and we fly away.